It was the summer of 1960 and I had just turned ten years old. My dad had called the Suttles and told them that he was coming to take Bobby and I home. It was the phone call that I dreamed about for three years. There was nothing that I wanted more than to get away from the man who was abusing me and go to live with my dad. I was tired of being shuffled from place to place. I wanted to live in a real house with my real dad and it was about to happen, or so I thought.
When my dad picked us up he told us that there was a stop that he had to make. Well, we stopped at a huge tutor style house that sat high on a hill in Mars, Pennsylvania. We were told to sit in the waiting area while he met with the superintendent in his office. I didn’t know what was going on but I had a feeling that it was not good. After his meeting, he came out and told Bobby and I that we were not going to be going home with him but were going to stay and live at the Children’s Home. I was devastated. Read my “Life in a Children’s Home” page to hear about the Children’s Home where I would spend the next eight years of my life, until I graduated from High School at eighteen years old.
Hi, my name is Billie Walter. I knew that one day I would write the stories of my life. In fact, I was offered a book deal when I was twenty years old but I decided to wait until I was a little older and had a few more life experiences. Since then I've had 5 different name changes, more than 20 different careers and more than 225 different jobs. I've also had a lot more life experiences so I've decided to set up a site where I can share my stories with friends, family and anyone else who is interested in reading them. I hope you enjoy them because they're all true.