My sister Carole Part#1

As I mention earlier Carole and I are 1 year apart. I remember that as a child Carole was always instigating something.
In a family of eight parental attention is hard to even out. Add to this alcohol addiction and a child can quickly get lost in the flock. Carole is a good example of a child who will accept negative attention rather then none. I have some found memories of Carole and I going on exploring adventures together, picking apples, picking bottles and many others. Her need for attention made her very competitive with everyone else. She would always be the one who would tattle one the others. My sisters and I didn’t help this scenario by reacting with names calling like “devil”. After my brother was remanded to a reform school for constantly running away and getting in trouble I guess the abuse from my Dad got directed at Carole. If we were both in trouble for the same thing Carole would get the brunt of the punishment. Carole idolized my sister Francine but Francine was closer to me. I have always been able to divine my love equally with people I cared for so even t. Carole often made me mad by doing things like jumping on my back when I was turn and put chock holds on me we were very forgiving to each other and often played together. She was often the one to slack off when we had chores to do and lying came easy for her which made us mad. I believe all this was driven by a need for love and attention. If there’s such a thing as bad Karma I would point to Carole. When we were babies I have been told that social service took some of us away from our parents and were put in foster homes. I was told that Carole was one of the children taken and as bad luck would have it the foster parent would beat her. She was only one year old. I say one year old because I don’t have any memories before two years old and she was one year younger then me. I’m guessing that her being that close after me that she was “an accident”. She was the bravest when it came to challenge parental rules and sometime she paid a high price. For example one day she was climbing up on the cupboard and fell down straddling the bottom cupboard door. I can only imagine how painful that was. My Dad had no patience for her I have memories of him screaming at her to eat her oatmeal. She hated oat meal and refused to eat it. My Dad would force feed her to the point she would be chocking .One time he was beating her after school and when my Mom came in he was trying to justify his beating blaming Carole for everything. I was doing my home work at the time and he tried to get me to confirm his story. I was scared of my father so I would muffle a yes that he could barely hear so he slapped me so hard I broke my pencil. That was a mistake my Mom jumped in to protect me as she always did and I ran to my room crying.