Houdini Part II
Yesterday, you may recall I told you about a robbery. Today we will talk more about my early life. And why I think fathers are so important in a child’s life. Mom did the best she could at the time by us kids. I can’t fault her for that. We had a roof over our heads, food in our bellies and an education. Some aspects of our lives were less than desirable. I ran away from home the first time when I was 8 years old. Seems like ages ago. And it was. My mom was married to her second husband. We called him dad, but he wasn’t really. He was our abuser. He was also our provider. His rules taught us respect. He taught us that children are to be seen and not heard. He taught us that if we took it, we had to eat it. He taught