Life at home continued to be stressful as my mother and step-father had fallen into a familiar pattern of discord.
Although there was some assistance with homework, for the most part I was left on my own and developed a feeling of inferior intelligence that stayed with me for a long time.
Clearly, the environment provided by my father was an improvement.
After the first year, both of my sisters moved out and on with their own lives, leaving just me and my father.
For a short time I was bounced between grades two and three again before my step-father dictated a second move, requiring yet another change of schools.
This period of time was especially hard and I felt terrible about not being able to keep up at school.
By grade six, I had changed schools three times and my home-life could be described as erratic and unstable.
I witnessed a lot of adult behavior that I don't think any child should have to see, and that impacted me in a way I would only understand much later.
Afterwards, I was fairly certain this was the right choice for me; I planned to become a military police officer.
My sister, Diana, had moved to Toronto and whenever school, work and money permitted, I would travel the four hours by bus to visit her.