children. They are all girls. Margaret and me fell right in love from the start. In time I got to marry this Margaret and the greatest thrill in my life was when she say âI doâ to me inside the registry office. We lived and were v. happy.
Margaret had 2 more children which were my children also. So there were at least 6 children running about all the day and night. Time past or passed. We moved into a real nice house with real cladding on the walls. It was also a v. nice suburb. At that time it was a good place for children to grow up. Apart from some rats in the roof we was v. comfortable. I worked on Volvo 988 trucks. My job was to fix up Volvo trucks after they had broken down. One day I will go back to this work. My money was v. good. I could work 3 days and nights without sleep to fix a certain Volvo truck. It was dirty work but kind of happy. I loved their grease and the fact that grease is not a secret. Now when I look backwards at what I had, I see I had it all without knowing. I spent more time with trucks than I did with my family. When I lost my happy life I learnt the world was not a good place and I was not a good person in it. I had been married with Margaret about 4 years when it start to happen. My crime which is a v. bad one has to do with the 2 older girls. The youngest 2 were too young. I donât know why it happen that way. It just did. It concern me v. bad. However this is not about my crime which is not hard to imagine. Finally I took the gumption to tell Margaret what was happening with me. With the inside of me. I do not remember the exact words. I telled her because I wanted it to stop. Just to stop. I could not sleep. I begin to hate myself and so I stopped. I work hard. I save money. I stay stopped like that for a year or more but then I begin to hear people whispering about me. Or else stop their whispering when I go in a door. The man at the petrol station would not speak when before he always axed about the weather and what I reckon about the price of fuel or the price of fish. But it was all me. The words in my head, nobody saying anything. The petrol man would not touch my hand when he give back the change. He said everybody has troubles of his own. A funny look in his face. In time I lost my job and started worrying too much, hearing things all the constant.
One day I seed a way of escape. I telled my family we will move to Western Australia and begin a new life. I byed a big 4WD with a powerful donk with lots of grunt and a trailer. So we packed up our boxes. It felt great to tear up the telephone bill and just walk out. The girls did not like to leave their friends or their school but I was their legal guardian and they got to do what I say for their own well being and so on. That was some adventure driving all that way. When we breaked down I fixed us. But everyone got a little bored in the long run. We hit a kangaroo and I had to knock it on the head with a tyre jack. All the girls cry. When we got to Carnarvon I still could not find forgiveness inside or outside of me. So one day, my blackest day, I went to the police and telled them what had happened long ago. V. long ago for I was stopped. I donât know why my head goes like this.
The police thought I was taking the mickey and why did I not just keep quiet, then they took me to see a doctor. The doctor put me to sleep for 4 days which I liked because I did not dream and when I waked up I was 4 days older. Sleep is v. good for you and I had missed it. I stayed in that hospital for several months. I could feel myself growing better, the voices going quiet because I could not dream. The police came to speak to me again. They had spoke to the children and also to Margaret and now said when I was fit for travel I would be extradited back to Victoria. 2 police from Melbourne came and fetched me home. Before we left they stopped by a beach where they taked photos of the purple ocean. In the plane, they cuffed my wrists to my
Margaret had 2 more children which were my children also. So there were at least 6 children running about all the day and night. Time past or passed. We moved into a real nice house with real cladding on the walls. It was also a v. nice suburb. At that time it was a good place for children to grow up. Apart from some rats in the roof we was v. comfortable. I worked on Volvo 988 trucks. My job was to fix up Volvo trucks after they had broken down. One day I will go back to this work. My money was v. good. I could work 3 days and nights without sleep to fix a certain Volvo truck. It was dirty work but kind of happy. I loved their grease and the fact that grease is not a secret. Now when I look backwards at what I had, I see I had it all without knowing. I spent more time with trucks than I did with my family. When I lost my happy life I learnt the world was not a good place and I was not a good person in it. I had been married with Margaret about 4 years when it start to happen. My crime which is a v. bad one has to do with the 2 older girls. The youngest 2 were too young. I donât know why it happen that way. It just did. It concern me v. bad. However this is not about my crime which is not hard to imagine. Finally I took the gumption to tell Margaret what was happening with me. With the inside of me. I do not remember the exact words. I telled her because I wanted it to stop. Just to stop. I could not sleep. I begin to hate myself and so I stopped. I work hard. I save money. I stay stopped like that for a year or more but then I begin to hear people whispering about me. Or else stop their whispering when I go in a door. The man at the petrol station would not speak when before he always axed about the weather and what I reckon about the price of fuel or the price of fish. But it was all me. The words in my head, nobody saying anything. The petrol man would not touch my hand when he give back the change. He said everybody has troubles of his own. A funny look in his face. In time I lost my job and started worrying too much, hearing things all the constant.
One day I seed a way of escape. I telled my family we will move to Western Australia and begin a new life. I byed a big 4WD with a powerful donk with lots of grunt and a trailer. So we packed up our boxes. It felt great to tear up the telephone bill and just walk out. The girls did not like to leave their friends or their school but I was their legal guardian and they got to do what I say for their own well being and so on. That was some adventure driving all that way. When we breaked down I fixed us. But everyone got a little bored in the long run. We hit a kangaroo and I had to knock it on the head with a tyre jack. All the girls cry. When we got to Carnarvon I still could not find forgiveness inside or outside of me. So one day, my blackest day, I went to the police and telled them what had happened long ago. V. long ago for I was stopped. I donât know why my head goes like this.
The police thought I was taking the mickey and why did I not just keep quiet, then they took me to see a doctor. The doctor put me to sleep for 4 days which I liked because I did not dream and when I waked up I was 4 days older. Sleep is v. good for you and I had missed it. I stayed in that hospital for several months. I could feel myself growing better, the voices going quiet because I could not dream. The police came to speak to me again. They had spoke to the children and also to Margaret and now said when I was fit for travel I would be extradited back to Victoria. 2 police from Melbourne came and fetched me home. Before we left they stopped by a beach where they taked photos of the purple ocean. In the plane, they cuffed my wrists to my
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