My life? Pg2

Now Jr. Was cool. He was quiet. But he was fun to play with. I was the big brother so I was always. The main character in our games and stories. Which makes me now feel pretty bad. Since I had unknowingly taken advantage of him. Anyway. I remember. A couple other things. But now in proper timeline. Along the lines of frosted cheerios and a baby sitter a couple trailers over. I remember bread bags over socks and socks for mittens. But my worst memo to of the trailer was a fight. Between J and my mom. I remember standing out side her room while they were yelling, him using her and smacking her. I remember her grabbing the first thing she could to defend herself. She reached into the silverware drawer without looking and pulled out a spoon. J laughed and smacked it out of her hands. Grabbed her  shirt which ripped her collar. And walked a way. Slamming the door. She was crying. And I was supposed too to be in her room with the door closed. I went back in and closed the door. I blamed my brother. I remember hitting him. Saying it was his fault. That’s about all of my memories from 4.