Walking with mental illness 1

www.bodyblisses.comI was  a happy young girl at the age of 11. I had an amazing father. My dad was my everything. He was bigger than life itself. I spent most my time with my dad. He taught me a lot about life but fast cars and rebuilding motors, whether for boats or bikes, this is what we did. Countless nights in the garage. He had a beer in one hand and a socket wrench in the other. He was a very intense man full of discipline and morals.
 From my eyes I had the perfect life. We were not poor and I was somewhat spoiled rotten. We were pretty blessed with fast cars,boats,motorcycles. Living well on the golf course. I remember colors being brighter, lilac trees smelling more intense. The grass on my bare feet going between my toes. We had a lot Old English sheep dogs. We raised them. Trained them and showed them. We had many different personality dogs. Some mean but mostly goofy. Arnie he was my favorite. He liked to chase cars and he didn't like beer. and definitely didn't like the word "bath".
 We had a Ranchero. Kind of like a truck ,but not, at the same time. It was white with orange racing stripes,  Arnie rode in the back with my one brother and one sister. Arnie would run from the front of the cab to the back chasing cars that would be in the other lane going the opposite direction at 60 miles per hour. One time he went right out the back and rolled on the road. I felt panic as to my thoughts of him being hurt but he wasn't he got right back up and started running towards us. Arnie was a good dog. I think my dad really loved me and looking back now. There I go getting ahead of myself. As you will soon see.This is my journey through the beginning of my walk with mental illness.