Memories of early childhood are sketchy for the first few years, which is not uncommon. I have a one distinct memory of being breastfed and another vague recollection of being bathed in the kitchen sink when I was about 18 months old. Other than that it is all a bit of a foggy patchwork of undated recollections until I was 4.
During those years I lived in the upstairs part of my parent's house. Downstairs was rented until the birth of my younger brother created a bit of a space problem. As I recall, the downstairs was rented to members of the family: my father's parents and later to a man my father called a brother but I have no idea how he was related to the family.
With very little knowledge to compare my living conditions to anyone else, I believe that my early years were spent in happy oblivion. I presume I must have been fed and watered on a daily basis. I have some recollection of using a potty and a rather indulgent partiality towards Farley's Rusks.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
