When I think of the word withdraw I see great big flashing red and blue lights.
I see a young kid in my old neigborhood that had a super hard childhood.
Still does I'm sure but I haven't seen him in a long time. About 2 yrs to be exact.
Sorta miss the little brat. Guess that sounds rough calling him a brat but he was.
His name was Logan.
Cute kid with red hair and freakles.
When me and ..Billy moved in I was afraid to talk to the people in the neighborhood.
I'm just like that at times with large groups. If ever a time theres more then
4 people I will run and hid under the sheets. Logan was a handful. Made sure to announce himself to me and Billy before I even had a chance to get Cameron out of the car seat and take him in our newly remodled place...god..I remember the smell of the paint still.I miss that place.
Billy opened the door to the place and there Logan ran straight in there from out of no where.
I looked at Billy, Billy looked at me in amusment. I remember laughing a little that a kid that didn't even know us would just invite himself in.
He was..nice for a while. Ha.
Days would go by and I finally let Cameron play with him. Of course after he repeatily knocked on the door hour after hour wanting someone to pester and play with. Cameron played with him under my close eye. I wouldn't dare let him just roam free without at least staring out a window or being outside near.
A day out of the blue Logan came over while Cameron was playing in his new..brand new swimming pool. Had his little tan plastic tot slide sitting in it so he could sliddddeee down into the water.
Logan jumped right in regualar clothes and all and slammed down on Cameron like he was a bean bag chair. Cameron started crying and Logan..well while I was trying to help Cameron Logan was face down in the water..convulsing. Uhh !! I freaked out and grabbed him, grabbed him and layed him flat on his back with his head to the side. Didn't know what was wrong with him..told Cameron to run to Logan's Grandmother and tell her that we needed emergency.
After she showed and called the ambulace I was releived.
Thank god my son was there to go get help for his ..friend. Thank god I was there to know how to help even if just a little.
Later on..after me and his grandmother had a long discussion she told me how his mother was a crack addict. Told me how he was to..being that his mother was that way when she was pregnant with him..
Logan did alot to piss me off when I lived there like..pushing Cameron in the gavel..tearing up my plants and my yard..stealing my money.
But..when I look back..I know the kid didn't have the right leadership and had a rough time so I delt with it and overcame that.
..like I should something else..
