Tiffany

Hi myspace. I am David Pelzer and I am here to tell you about an amazing child who was called "It". That's right I am talking about me, David, the young boy from the novel A Child Called "It". I’m the main character in this book and I’m quiet the young boy!
In this story I was starved, beaten, and mentally abused by no one else, his mother. His mother is an alcoholic and when David was 4 she quit her job to stay home for her children. And that’s when everything started going horribly wrong! I noticed that my mother began getting mad more and more and that she had a lot of rage. And pretty soon she was channeling all that rage towards me.
At 1st she would jus give me punishments like any other kid, like not coming out of my room until one of my brothers came to get me with her permission and then they started to getting worse and worse. The next step after that was telling me that I was a bad boy and pressing my face against the mirror in the bathroom. Then I was put in the garage and that’s when the lack of food started to happen.
A lot of people say that I am a very brave but because I survived everything I went threw with my mom. I have to say that even I impressed myself! I mean now that I look back at what I have went threw I have to say that I can’t believe I made it threw. I mean I have had many bruises and lumps because of blows my mom has thrown at me and I also have had my arm pulled out of it’s socket when I was very young by my own mother and she didn’t even have the decency to drive me to a hospital right after it happened! She made me worry and sit there with my arm dangling. And then she brain washed me on top of that by making me say that I feel off the top bunk where she let me sleep that night.
Then there was a time when she made me drink liquid soap and sleep in the basement. I will never forget that night because I remember how sick I felt and I didn’t have anyone to sooth my pain. I couldn’t even go up stairs when I was sick vomiting and having diarrhea. And I had to sleep on news paper on the cold, damp floor. I hate remembering these moments in my life!
The other time I will never ever forget about is the 1st time I ever stepped up to my mom. That’s the time she said she read about this child’s mother punishing her child by making him/her lay on the stove. When she ever told me to take off my clothes and get on the stove I almost died. I had all these images of dying and fear. I remember the blue and orange flame heating my arm and I just remember being hysterical and crying and my mom didn’t even care. She got this sick pleasure from torturing me. And now that I look back my mom was a very sick woman. And no one in my family realized it! Anyway when she ever told me to get on top of that stove I just kept saying to myself “I am going to die!” and “I can’t let her do this!” And I didn’t I was smart I knew that my brother was coming home from an after school activity any minute and I knew my mom would never do anything to me in front of anyone. So I hesitated and prolonged getting on that stove and sure enough my brother was home in a matter of seconds! That’s the day I saw my life flash before me and I realized that I am more brave and smart then I thought I was.
Well those are some of my worse memories of life… and I will always appreciate and love the nurse from my elementary school for being my guardian angel and saving me. She was the only person that knew there was something wrong with my life and helped me do something about it. As you know I never exactly ended my autobiography… that’s because there is nothing else to say besides…”I am free!”