The "big city"

My parents decided to move to the "big city" in the beginning of 1977. The first house we lived in was a little green house. My brother would get up in the middle of the night and go outside exploring; he was only 13 months older than me. One night he tried to get me to sneak out the window with him, it was so dark outside and seemed so far to the ground to me, I refused and crawled back into my bed. Later, not sure how long he was gone, a policeman showed up at the door with him. My parents had to promise to put locks out of his reach on all the doors and windows.
In June of that year we moved to a different house, one that my grandparents owned, I loved that house. There was a huge yard to play in, and a nice church just behind the house. It was the same building that had housed the cult church but new name and new preacher. There was a neighbor family with a boy my brother’s age and a girl my age. Another neighbor boy lived a few houses down on the other side of us; he was my brother’s age also. He had a sister too, but she was much older than us so I really didn't know her.
Across the street was this old man that we came to look at like a Grandpa. For many years all I remembered about him was going over to his house, getting a soda and Fig Newton’s, and watching TV. I didn't remember what we watched or even going home. I found out after I was an adult that my parents and my friends' Mom thought something was wrong. My friends Mom found a pair of my panties in his car one time. My parents asked me if he was doing anything to me but I always said no because I didn't remember it. After my brother was an adult he started saying things had happened to him, but I didn't believe it and thought he was making it up for an excuse for the things he did. I didn't start remembering till after I learned that the old man had died. I still don't remember much about what happened with him over the next several years, but I know there were many times he sexually abused me. I still don't understand why or how someone could do those things to children, I never will
Most of my memories from that time are good ones, my Dad had a short temper but mostly I remember playing outside with my friends and going to church. After church I'd run home to watch a bible show, don't remember what it was called but you could join their class, I didn't join the class till after I started school and could read. They had puppet shows and it was really neat.
For holidays we went out to the country to my Grandparents or Great-Grandparents, there was always so much good food and I loved spending time out in the country fishing and playing. For Christmas my Grandparents and Uncle from Florida would come up and we'd go to my cousins. Grandpa would take all us cousins bowling. My cousin and I, we were the same age, would always get similar presents, like one would get a brown-haired doll and the other would get a blonde-haired one. My brother and our cousin that was his age would get similar balls, army toys and stuff like that. They always tried to be fair with all of us.
That's all I remember about that year right now.