Fading

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I was born in 1953, My name is David Lewis Gunn. I was an original young boy through the decade. People in other books have a happy family and end with a happy ending. But in my story, it isn't quite like that. I was born and raised in New York, a very busy city. Never was quiet. My favorite thing to do was go to Central Park and feed the birds while watching the city living throughout the day. Noises, laughter, screaming, the usual you would hear in a everyday busy place. I was usually alone... I didn't have many friends. Kids stare at me like I'm from Mars or something because of the birthmark on my hand up to my elbow. I know I'm only 9 years old, and I shouldn't be worrying about what the other kids thought of me... But I did. My life was also full of adventure, I currently live with my Uncle Corrie but he's usually at work. Our house is right outside of the city so we live on a small farm. I love working with the caring creatures. Especially my dog Albert. I've been with Albert since my mom dropped me and him off at Uncle Carries house in 1954, I was only 1 years old then... I always ask Uncle Carrie why my mother left and and where my dad was, but he always said that "if they loved ya, they would have kept ya." All I could think was "yeah right". Like, I know I'm only 9 but I'm not stupid. Anyways, Albert was my only friend... He always listened and didn't make me feel so lonely all the time. Our favorite thing to do together is go to the woods behind our house and play in the river with Alberts tennis ball, man he just loved that thing. Uncle Carrie also loved Albert, he protected the house from the creatures during the night too.  I love my school. Even though the kids make fun of me I still love it there. I'm not so alone and I love math. Math makes me feel like I'm actually good at something other then feeding birds, and doin' chores. My teacher Ms. Lacey was about my uncles age, around 46.. She had long blonde curly hair with blue eyes and a bright smile. She would always tells me at lunch I have a purpose to be here on this earth and she believes in me. I never hear that often so it feels kinda great. I'm glad I have a relationship with her where I could relate with her. Anyways, usually after school I like to read books on the roof before Uncle Carrie gets here. I could honestly say I hate living with him. He isn't caring as the other "parents" that are with other kids. He's just so cold hearted toward me, and I've never known why. But I wouldn't blame him. My own mother and father left me on a porch of a crappy house on a farm. I must me a pretty terrible child huh?...