Unknown Airman chapter 2

chapter 2:
Living like I was on the "Leave It Beaver show" or something, but it more reminded me of that show "The Wonder Years" somewhat, or how 'bout "The Brady Bunch", OK It was a little of all three. My dad was a laborer at a steel company until he retired after some 20 yrs and three heart attacks because of his abuse of cigarettes and alcohol and my mom was pretty much a housewife/mommy until I went into high school when she decided to go to school to be a teacher in a nursery school. I am the oldest of three brothers in which between the three of us its night and day and then there's afternoon, which that's where I'd put my middle brother(Ron), but between my little brother(Gary) and I, well you take a guess...! I only had to live in 2 different house's, in 2 different neighborhood's, in 2 different towns about 10, 15 miles away from each other. Basically we had to move cause my dad got found out that he was child abuser, a local DA found out and had to put my dad in jail. So we had to get out of the neighborhood of busy bodies. But isn't that what people did back in the day!. I vaguely remember them days of the old neighborhood cause I was 8 when we had to move. But I do remember the day that my dad lost his mind over my middle brother losing his car keys when we were going to go on a vacation and my dad absolutely lost his mind and started to beat the hell out of my brother which was on the verge of beating him senseless. That day is permanently embedded into my memory banks in the back storage of my mind. Thank god he doesn't really remember that day cause he was basically too young and he had an accident when he was about 11 which put him in a coma for about 2 & half weeks. My little brother was in an accident when he had fell out of my dads truck due to him heavily accelerating and everybody in the back of the truck being flown around like we on some sort of ride out in the desert or something, which my little bro. went flying out the truck and on his noggin which put him in a coma for about a week and a half. When he came out of the hospital he was just an asshole toward everybody. My middle bro. got hit by a truck when he was riding his bike on the wrong side of the road and just turned in front of the damn truck, it was the darnedest thing... How I know, cause I was there for both accidents, the kicker was that people tried to blame me for them. That's par for my life, if you ain't got nobody to blame it on, blame it on me... Anyways, when he got out of the hospital he was totally confused and didn't really know where he was at or who he was, he was pretty messed up in the head and never really came back to us really right. But enough about them, cause this is about me dammit.
I grew up pretty much in the normal way of things, went through the normal crap that pretty much everybody went through, you know school, kiddie jobs (mowed lawns, babysat, odd jobs, I even was paperboy with a paper route) and that until I graduated high school and went into the service. I stayed pretty busy in school activities such as band, band and more band(marching, pep, concert, jazz). Did the learning of music in the elementary and Jr.high schools doing concerts and stuff, actually learning the music faster than the average students that were going through the class's at the same time as me but didn't really get any recognition for any of that cause nobody seen me in that way as being anybody special at what I was doing, even though I was being more advanced than the others. At one point I was playing with the Jr.high band while still in elementary school (6th. grade). A teacher once told my mom that I was a natural musician, but just said it in a hurry cause I wasn't that important enough to talk to my mom about it, but thought it was more important to schmooze with somebody more.... well who knows. So I played the trombone from 3rd grade until graduation day, never picked it up since, didn't need too. By my 16th. birthday I had gotten a guitar as a present and I started learning that and I've been on it since.
Did some dating while in school cause I was able to get a driver's license and get a car. A 62. Ford Falcon Futura that my dad had bought for 15 bucks. It had a blown engine and a really bad interior and the exterior was just worn out from never being washed, waxed, or painted. The ol'man put a new engine in it and had the interior fixed up and it was good to go to do point A to B, (school and work and stuff and oh yea dating). Didn't do alot of dating cause I wasn't really a popular person amongst the the more sociable girls of my age or younger. Actually I wasn't a real popular person period, never got invited to parties or other gatherings unless it was church related. Pretty much stayed a loner while in the high school. But I wasn't no fag, nerd, dork, or anything, at least I don't think I was, but I don't know cause I don't know what people then were thinking about me and didn't much care. And the world wonders where the deviants come from. So I dated a few girls while in school, none that were pretty hot but in my opinion they weren't total dogs either. More like the girls next door, not real hot but not plain jane's either. Dating was a strange thing for me cause I really didn't know what to do, cause being raised in a family that was raised in where people didn't talk to each other and had to go to church all of my life to learn about God and Jesus Christ and all of the sins the we the people do & should not do and ten commandments and all of the crap kinda left me in the wind as far as knowing about dating, girls, and sex. Cause I was so scared of doing something wrong that the girls must of thought of me as some kind of weirdo or something. After graduation, I went on a vacation for a summer and hung out with my cool grandmother and away from the parents and the rest of the bunch and got fat and had a cool time, until summer was over. Then I had to get serious about my life, cause playtime was over for me. I tried to find a job that was worth a shit, but kept getting fired from them. Then tensions between me and my dad were getting inflamed more and more everyday until he thought I might wanna get one of his infamous beatings and get my head shoved through a wall, cause I wasn't being cooperative with the rest of his world, so I join the Air Force and got outta of the house and outta of his hair. more to come...