[KellieShellieGirl]

Those circumstances came at a heavy price at an early age for me,I learned of the tone and tempers,the verbal language between father and son,but most of all the harrassment and the antigonistic remarks and critizism. Donny reminded me at one time that dad will be the same with me one day,i didn't listen and will learn the long hard way about things.It was a rude awakening.
My father is a good man,and honest,he served our country,and is a true hero in my eyes. A Veitnam Veteran who's fought the system for as long as i can remember.My dad suffers with Post traumatic Stress Syndrom,most war veterans suffer with this and take prescription medications to regulate their moods. My father is a blunt man,not afraid to stand up for what's right.He's done me proud,although of my earliest memories weren't great,my dad and I argued quite often and at times were verbally abusive.He was doing his best to raise me right and he made sure of it,infact,he did everything to make sure i stay on the narrow path.He was the disiplinairan,while my mom on the other hand was more of the caregiver and nurturer.Mom made sure of it for me to act like a lady,with manners.Mom and dad did what they had to do to raise me right.

My days were mostly spent entertaining myself from the time i could start talking,i was a loud bosterious child,and mischeivious,a real ham bone;clowning around and messing around,as my grandmother would say. She knew from early on the entertainer in me and the voice i had. She wanted to enter me into local beauty pageants,however,mom and dad had a say so,and their answers were always a stern NO.They didn't want me to be a part of that atmosphere or lifestyle. Now that i'm older i can understand their trepidations of keeping me the humble country girl that i am.
In the public eye i was quite backward,shy and an awkward child,didn't speak unless i was spoken to.I was a happy kid,but deep inside i faced many many self esstem issues and insecurities,after my grandma Ruth passed away when i was 6 years old i spent alot of my time with my other grandmother,my grandma Evelyn,she is my dad's mom.My weekends at times were spent with her at her trailer where she lived,she was a heavy smoker and drank.Her trailer always smelled of cigarrette smoke,i would always come home to smelling like a chimney from second hand smoke.I loved my grandma Evelyn,she was a tough old lady who had a strong belief system,"If you want something in life,you go for it,and never give up". It's a good philosophy to live by i have to say.
Grandma had a way of being quite pushy and pushed many things on me at times,and I had to please her,you didn't want to get on grandma Evelyn's bad side.