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Story of my life ... in a nutshell

... My life story in a nutshell

Before my birth
My mother jumped from a building with 2 floors of suicide during pregnancy with me, she failed.

My mother's murder:
I was not quite 3 years yet when my mother's life was taken. I remember thinking my mother died in a car accident because my grandmother tell me that what happened to him was an accident. I asked several times about how my mother died and I've never had much information on this subject as a child. Later, I was very worried about learning to drive and I suppose that could be due to the old belief that my mother died in a car accident. I had my driver's liscence at 27.

Three sisters are separated:
Soon after Mother died, we three girls were split between two sets of grandparents. I was raised with the parents of my father, which consisted of his father, stepmother and half brother Pasca. The mother of my real father died during her adolescence, she was a concert pianist.
My two other (older) sisters were taken by my mother's parents, whose mother was an alcoholic and I later learned that his real father had died and been an artist who hit my mother with bottles of beer empty as a child. Again, these are pieces of stories from different parts of my family members at different times of my life.

Grade 1 success:
My grandmother helped me succeed in my duties and I became head of the class that at the end of the year and got me an invitation to attend a primary school music named: School Plateau.
At this young age, I was also a designer of genius, I excel in school designs.
Somewhere around that age, I met my father. I do not remember except that I sat on his lap and he was very intimidating looking with dark hair, eyes and beard. But he was sympathetic and wanted to pass a good kiss and my shyness took over and I ran away and hid in the house. Since that day I have always been very shy with my father would never let me kiss or kissed or embraced by him and I would never say I love you.
Later I learned from him that his parents wanted to keep me and asked him to go with the story he was my uncle ... I do not remember it all.

2nd academic year:
new environment and children have been very difficult for me. " My grades are down right away and I was chosen to be as lean.

Grade 4, I chose the piano:
For the 4th year I had to choose which instrument I wanted to learn, and I knew I was destined to be a pianist like my real Grandmother: Gemma Carreri. Grade 2 before grade 4 was manditory violin and flute recorder. I quit the violin that I had blisters on my fingers, but I kept to the flute recorder.

Auditions for High School:
Grade 6 has been completed, and I really wanted to continue my piano and I work hard to get into what the Royal Conservatory of high school and was ecstatic when I accepted after a hearing.
How do I get the years confused when it comes to my neighbor who my grandmother thought highly of Franco. It was several years older and really great to me lean over and started touching me sexually on numerous occasions. I was a person very shy and withdrawn and I did not push. I do not know what I thought, maybe I liked the attention.

From left to live with my father:
Grade 8 or 9, my moods were a mess, I do not get along with my grandmother calling me names such as hammers, pighead ... but in French or in progress.
My father lived a few blocks from my house and I would lie to my grandmother saying that I was going.