I want to establish something at the beginning of this post. My parents are amazing. They are loving, caring, protective and responsible.
The reason I say this, is because what they did to me as a child, directly relates to the way I’m raising my own children.
I don’t remember how old I was the first time I was left alone.
From the stories I’ve been told, I was a bit of a wanderer, often disappearing, leaving my parents to find me preaching to a crowd or singing songs in front of whatever audience I could find.