[ FF ] Can you tell your life story in just 200 words ?

Born into a hazy dream; a farm outside a small rural town. Chicken chaser. Fort builder. Berry picker. I never liked the indoors. There I saw what he did... It was n't until that chair was broken over her back, and her body dragged down those stairs, that we could leave. What could I have done? 
 
 The mansion was nice. The old man who owned was a different sort of character. The shelter not so much. It was n't too long until she brought us somewhere new. The world was always changing. No friends. Nothing familiar. Always boxing and unboxing. Running from men with cameras. Every once in a while she'd tell us we might need to appear court. We never did. The men with the camera stopped showing up. 
 
 Remarried. A new father. Life was good, and I was bad. Eventually I learned. Grew friendships. Stability collapses. Divorce. More boxes. A new father; her name was Linda. She was a kind father to me, but she slowly drank more and more until that kindness turned sour. More boxes. University. I return to a new home. I need to leave. Boxes. Another home. Boxes. Another home. No more Boxes.
