My best friends

When I was around 9 I met a girl who was riding on a bike by my house. I always was told by my parents that I wasnt allowed to hang out with her because her mother thought we were below them. They had alot more than us I guess. Well, I was out walking and noticed that she kept stopping in front of our house and would just watch everything that was going on and then she would get on her bike and ride away. We finally one day decided to talk and I found out that her mom was no longer there and she could be my friend. Honestly to this day, this girl is still one of my best friends. We have gone through alot through all the years. I remember she use to make me watch scary movies and tried to watch porn with me at her house but I wouldnt watch it. lol I would lay hidden under blankets not to see either kind of movie. We only lived a few houses from each other so we were became inseperable. I hated it when she moved away to live with her mom for a couple of years and I only got to see her on the weekends she came to her dads house. We ended up building a tree fort in the woods by her house and that tree fort got us in trouble sometimes. We had our problems with my friends not liking her and hers not liking me but it didnt matter to us. We thought that we were cool because here at 9 or 10 years old, we would go and take cigs from our parents and go to our fort and smoke. I ended up with a crush on one of her cousins which, when we got older I found out why he didnt have one back. Lets just say, I am a girl. I also ended up liking her older brother who was the rebel. He was put away before he was 16 for trouble that he got into. He has been into trouble all through his life and I think he is in jail now. But back to my friend Beckie. She after a few years ended up moving in with her dad and ended up in school with me I think when I was a senior and she was a junior. I am going to hold off going any further with the story of her and me because I missed alot of stuff through all of it. I actually have to back up. After our fire, there was a benefit for my family. They had a chinese auction and I ended up winning a bottle of wine. My mom had a fit because my dad said it was ok for me to take even though I was only like 12 or 13. I think he believed that I wouldnt drink it anyway. Unfortunately, thats when I started to drink. I actually kept the bottle until new years eve. My parents went to her parents house and they let us kids have a party. Lets see, my one brother ended up in bed with one of Beckies friends and I ended up drunk and puking my guts out. My one brothers girlfriend called my parents and ratted us all out so before they got home, Beckie got me into bed with a little garbage can next to me so it looked like I was already sleeping. My brother got busted in bed but Beckie covered for me and my parents never found out until years later. At that time, I got to meet one of my other best friends. When I was in 7th grade a new girl came to my school. We became friends quick. I remember so much about the fun we had when I went to her house or she came to mine. I usually couldnt have anyone over because we were actually in the process of building our house so it was hard to have company. Of course, Maria who is this other friend, and Beckie, they didnt like each other at all. She did not stay in my school for long though, her parents ended up getting divorced and she ended up moving back to the city but we stayed friends and still went to each others houses. I am going to end this part with this....... I am now married to Marias brother Chuck. TO BE CONTINUED.......

The dreams and the fire are they connected?

I was trying to remember what I could from when I was younger and Im not sure what somethings meant that happened but maybe someone else could help me out. When I was younger I always had this dream and until after my daughter Hannah was born, I stopped having the dream. I would dream over and over again that I was being chased by indians outside of our house. It actually started after we had a fire and lost our home back on March 1st,1983. I was sick and so was my sister who at the time was only like 4 and I was 11. We were both at the babysitters and when my brothers got home, they came to get us on the 3-wheelers. I am from the country and back then, it was never a big deal to ride them we just used the back trails. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister and my oldest brother was still at school but my other 2 brothers got us. They made sure that there was fire in the stove before they left the house so that it would be warm when we got there. When we got home, the house was already on fire. My parents were both at work and we were all just kids. My older brother went to my uncles house and called the fire company. It took 3 fire companies to come put the fire out. We reloaded our own gunshells so they were going off and noone wanted to go in and put the fire out. By the time they did, we lost everything. Here were my parents working so hard to raise 5 kids and were unable to get insurance on the house to just lose everything. We had nothing left. We ended up staying at my uncles camp for awhile and it was so hard. We would have to ride the 3-wheelers up to my cousins house to go to school everyday had to get water from the pond and use an outhouse. It was ok for us then because we were all safe. After a little while, my grandparents let us stay in their house while they were in Florida and it was amazing at all the help that we got. My dad worked for the state highway department in Herkimer and they did a state wide collection to help us. It was wonderful seeing all the help we did get. My parents had help starting over by having friends help dig a basement and put it up. The problem I have with the whole story is this. I have heard for years that our home was on an indian burial ground. Is it true, I dont know. I have thought for years that maybe it is true and thats why I started having the dreams. I dont know if anyone knows much on this subject but I would love to hear what you think. To this day, very strange things happen in my parents house. Alot of people say they have seen ghost in their home or seen very strange things happen. Feel free to comment with your thoughts. I will try answering anything I can and I will continue this story tomorrow.

A little about me now

For those of you who dont know I will tell you that my name is Marcia Bills. I am married to a wonderful man that I have known for about 26 years. I have 4 children Patrick who is 18, Hannah who is 16, Charles Jr. who just turned 11, and Olivia who is 2. Patrick and Hannah are both from my first husband and Chuckie and Olivia are from my present husband Charles. I have a long story to tell you all about my life. I am right now in the process of trying to find a job. I was injured a few years ago and trying to get back into the workforce is not so easy. I will be putting a few pics up so you all can see my children and to be honest with you, I will put one of the few pics that I do have of me up and it was from my wedding day. I hate cameras.

Hi everyone

Hi everyone and thanks for getting me to come in and start blogging. I am going to be blogging about my life and all the ups and downs that I have had and will have. I am hoping that everyone will follow with my story because I never really realized just how different everyones lives have been until I came and read some of the blogs. I will be adding more stuff and pics on in the next couple days so I hope you all keep reading.