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Eight kids, one house for all of us. Its tough to raise a family on your own , I did what I had to do for my family to be ok. Can a parent be wrong for feeling content with his efforts. I fought, struggled , everything an average parent, did but with eight kids. Each of my kids saw my efforts different, each choosing there own path. A family this big was just hard to keep up with. We also had our good times , even through our troubles. Anything they needed I tried to provide, there is nothing I wouldn’t have done for my kids. Their mother wasn’t much help, and I guess I put us in a bad situation at first. From the oldest right down to the youngest I stood alone for. Now it was 1973 I just finished high school, I got into Cal State San Bernadino. The start of my new life was just about to begin. I had two steady girlfriends at the time, Darlene and pam. I was too young to be tied down, and wanted to keep my options open. That all went well until pam got pregnant. Only eighteen and I had a baby on the way, and pamChose not to stay with me. There was no way to make child support, and attend college at the same time. Enrolling in the military was the best plan for me, responsibility was apon me now. Aneshia was my fir