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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Geraldine learns she a baby genius, at the age of three.

Submitted: January 31, 2017

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  • I recall a time where I was young little tot being place on the floor in front of a large pine tree in the living room it reach the roof top they had to cut it down to fit it the house,  Its not even Christmas yet.  Then they brought in  my brother  and sat him right behind me. we had on matching outfit on, hand made by mom, yellow so Daddy can see us as he was color blind I turn around to get a good look at my brother, He had dark hair, Dark eyes,Kinda look much like me. I ask him what was his name? He replied " I don't have a name yet"so I told him I call you Dennis. I notice that he had long legs,and I told him that he was going to be a tall person when he grown up I told him that we are having our photo taken.There one thing that we both had that's a mind in a advance stage .Some people may call it a genius, We can talk to people at a adult level, and understand what they were saying, Then I told Dennis to put his arms around me , underneath my arms, that how I seen picture being taken all the children took photos line up by age, There were no other kids there was a group of people at the kitchen table, talking. One man standing by the tree wearing a brown suit, bald headed . as he look around he let a box on the ground took out a camera, place it on the floor in came Daddy wearing yellow pants,and a white t-shirt 
  • whispering to me that had had to take this picture of as before they are taken away.Daddy as he laid down on the floor he pointed the camera at us as we pose. then push the Sutter button .Then they pick up Dennis remove him from the room. the camera was point at Daddy, so I got a brain storm idea, never use a camera before I press down the timer to go off, I took a picture of Daddy. I then look for Dennis, couldn't see him any wear. We were about three years old. All the adults I didn't,t recognize who they were in the corner of the living room I believed to be my Mom she had short hair a picksie look and wore all white. At three years old I was just at a point of recognized what my Daddy look like and my Mom. I didn't know who the rest of the adults was. Daddy was told to get back to where he came soon before they notice he was gone. A man told two women to take my mom out for coffee.Just before they left I thought it was Christmas time, so I ask for a Raggy Andy doll, but thing was they were not on the market yet, I am now aware the I have the abiley to tell what in the future.
  • After Dennis was remove from the orphanage home I went to bed got up the next morning, there was a rag doll unwrap under the tree, it was not raggy Andy or Ann,It was a rag doll,there was nothing under the tree for Dennis, He wasn't here.  I guess they adopted him out I never seen him again. That is the last photograph. I got to see the photo later in my young adult life hanging on the wall in my Grandma and Grandpa house, I ask if I can have it as I took off the wall, but I was told to put it back.
  • My Mom (Pasty Cline) Adopted me out at the age of nine, she brang me in her room and said this" I have adopt you out to a family in the state of California, at this time I was in the state of Connecticut. I was place on a plane the first jet plane Boeing 747, I been with lillian and Richard Nadeau , for nine years in California, I married at the age of 18. have three Children Jason, and twins Jammie and Renee.Broke up marriage, later in 1984 Married again had two more children, Naomi and Timothy. Now I am single women at the age of 62,living in Joshua Tree, California, in my spear time I am writing short stories. The house was Al Capone later I return to his home at the age of nine and play horse shoes with a man my second throw was a dead ringer. I witness man line up in front of a wall one of Al Capone men machine gun them down I was hidding in a doorway of a house.  I just went back inside the house. THE END.
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