As a child my childhood was built around my mom’s soap or as Charlie likes to call them Retro Soaps. Everyday my sister, brother and I knew we needed to get what we were going to want outside and take it out early. When my mom’s soaps started the front door would be locked and we couldn’t get back inside until they were over. Not even to use the restroom. Was this child abuse I don’t know if it was back then, but it might be now. All I know was this is our life and we weren’t to question my mom. I thought I would take us back in…