Chapter Two: Good Times

Sometimes I think back to the good times, before all the beatings and father leaving, before I was a bad boy. We were like a modern day "Brady Brunch" some would say. Dad would call me Tiger, and we always had fun times that I remember together. I miss those days, back when mother would make delicious, exotic meals for us. Dad was a fireman, so during the days mother would take on trips like to Chinatown or the Golden Gate Park. Then when the holidays came, mother would go all out! Right after Thanksgiving was when Christmas decorations went up. I miss all the good times... before everything happened.