Cheron Miller:  

I'm single now, an live in Hawaii. Made my dream come true of living on an island. I believe kindness and forgiveness is the answer to the world's problem, an treating everyone the way you would want to be treated.( May 2011) My childhood: When I was a kid, I was a tomboy and loved to go for walks, and swing from vines hanging from trees across a stream. I would pretend to be an indian named "Blue Feather" and I would wear a blue feather in my hair and gather acorns and crush them in the indian rocks on the 3 acres we had. It was called "Indian Rock Ranch". That was my favorite place that we lived at. My dad built us a tree house that I played in. It was by the chicken coop and corral that housed three shetland ponies. I would walk up higher on the hill we lived on, and lay down and watch the coyotes in their little cave. I would walk across a pipe that went across a gulch to go visit my neighbor friends. That was the kind of tomboy I was. When we moved closer to town, I would ride my bike all over the roads and trails. I also loved to read, and daydreamed of many adventures, that I mostly had from just reading books. I loved horses, and would go visit a golden palomino named "King". He was beautiful. It might have been my freshman year that I had my horse accident. My dad bought me a horse for my birthday. One day my horse threw me when a car came at us, and I landed on my head and had a fractured skull, concussion, amnesia. I was in intensive care for one week, and then came to and they put me in a regular room. I didn't know my family, but by looking at photo albums once I was home, I had to believe they were my family, because they had taken so many pictures of me and them together. It was easy to tell who I was. Eventually I started remembering things. It was hard to go back to school. I had trouble remembering which class to go to, and finding my locker, and remembering the combination for the lock. I couldn't even remember things I tried to memorize (homework). I was going to the office and seeing the nurse many times. Was very stressful then. I didn't know what was going on with me. (It wasn't til I was in my late 40's that I was diagnosed with brain trauma, coup contrecoup) I believe they just passed me in each grade because they didn't know what else to do with me. I tried. I didn't like school too well, I would rather be outside exploring. I was shy also. I worked in the cafeteria serving food (in high school), and got a free meal for that. It was fun. Some of my best friends did that too. I loved going to the school library and getting books there. I thought of becoming a librarian at one time, but the librarian told me that I wouldn't do good at that, and I believed her. . My favorite classes were Art and P.E. in high school. I sometimes dreamed of being an Artist, but nothing came of it. It kind of helps to do something about it. But I was not much of a doer. I was a dreamer/watcher type of person. I was told by my mom that because one of my siblings didn't finish college that they were not paying for mine. And I thought I couldn't afford it. I had some bad things happen to me soon after high school, so I left town. I went to Costa Mesa, at the age of 18, where I got a job working at a donut shop that lasted 2 weeks. It didn't work out because my boss's girlfriend didn't like me. I got fired. Then I became a licensed masseuse. I liked giving massages and thought this was the job for me. I wanted to eventually work at a Jack LaLanne Health Spa. My older brother was a police officer in Costa Mesa then, and he told me my boss was bad. So I started paying more attention to what was going on around me, and realized he was right. I started looking for another job, but then I caught the Victorian Flu. All I could do was lay in bed, too ill to do things. My sister also lived in the city, and I called her, and she took me to her doctor, who said if I had waited another week I would have been dead. The medicine saved my life. I went home to my parents to recooperate and there I met my future husband. I have been married 4 times, twice to my second husband (so I had 3 husbands). My life evolved around my husband(s)...was taught that a husband is the head of the house. My first husband was a marine (from Camp Pendleton). We got married in 1976. We had a bicentennial wedding. We met because my dad was always bringing him over on Sunday for dinner after church (this was when I was still recooperating from the Victorian Flu) My parents hinted he would make a good husband for me. He came over to visit a lot. (I would hide in the closet sometimes when he came over. The one in the hall that housed all our encyclopedia's. I would turn on the light, sit down with an encyclopedia and read it. But it didn't do any good.) He was from West Virginia. He asked me to marry him 3 times and I told him no. He was my friend and we went out some. But then he told me he didn't have long to live, so I felt badly for him, and said yes I would marry him. I thought I was making us all happy, my parents(they kept telling me what a nice son-in-law he would make), my fiance(who was dying and needed me), and me(I like making people happy). We married (I was 19 then), and then several months after being married he told me he wanted a child before he died, so I had one son by him (I was 20 when I gave birth to him). And during the time I was about 6 months pregnant he confessed to his lies. Like not having long to live, and wanting to live by the ocean and loving animals. And later he told me he married me because he wanted parents like mine. And my dream was gone (I wanted to live near the ocean)...and I did not know what to do. I told my mom, and she told me I had made my bed, now I have to lie in it. So I did. Well, my husband got homesick and we moved to his home state of West Virginia. We moved back to California at one time, then moved back to W.Va. After almost 15 years of being married, my husband found someone else while working undercover as a Game Warden (he was gone for a month). Things went from bad to worse very quickly (he wanted to marry her right away) and we divorced. He married her, and they are very unhappily married. He changed his mind and wanted me back. He called me one day and was crying and said he had made a mistake. She was very bossy. But I would not take him back. He had already gotten her pregnant. He made his bed, now he had to lie in it. As for me, I had to get on with my life. We had a son and he was living with me, but he was in that rebellious stage that all youngters go thru, and I could not handle it well. My ex wanted our son to live with him, so I said ok, come get him. My son didn't want to go, and I felt bad...he was leaving his friends behind. I knew how that felt. So he moved in with his dad and step-mom, which was several hours from where I lived. I got a job in Parkersburg, W.Va. working as a silk screener and building electronic boards. I worked there 4 years. I made a friend who was a secretary there, and she introduced me to her brothers. I married one of them. We divorced after a year...one day he said he wanted a divorce, a few days later we were. I was in shock and found I could no longer work at my job(I couldn't remember how to do it), and I had no vehicle, so my parents drove up and brought me down to Texas where they had retired at. My ex came out to see me several months later and we remarried. But he was still unhappy, and became very pessimistic. Turned out that someone who I use to work with in W.Va. had told him I was to inherit some money, so that is why he came back to me, was not for love. During that time I had a job as a school bus driver, that lasted a couple years, then I got a job as a dispatcher/jailer for one year. They told me I could change to day work after a year, but they changed their mind, so I gave one months notice and quit. Did not like working from 8 pm to 8 am (a whole ye...Expand for more