My life?

First of all. This is how I write. And this is what I remember. I’m writing this to vent. And show people their not the only ones.

I was born in a town called owasso, Michigan. Lived with my mom in her apartment. At this time i was probably three. It’s some of my earliest memories. Trying to make mac & cheese with a mixer and noodles in the middle of the night. Which she eventually caught me doing and gave me some of that powdered nesquick. And sent me to bed. My next memory was a glossy black motorcycle helmet sitting in a closet. And a man whom I had just met. Mom and this guy, we’ll call him J, just started dating. And before I knew it  we were moving into his trailer in Lansing. He had two sons. Jr and jj. Jj was a year older then i,while jr was a year younger. I didn’t meet Jj for a couple years. But Jr was my new step brother. At this time I was probably 4. Learning to say my brothers name was hard. I remember calling him ” dunior” which was actually supposed to be “junior”.