Tom Scott

I was born in Good Samaritan Hospital in Babylon, New York. Most of my early childhood was spent living in Jamaica with the mother of a family friend, my “Aunty Bee,” while my mother and father were living on his truck. When they eventually returned to Jamaica to get me, I was really reluctant to leave. I’d been with Aunty Bee so long I felt like I was part of her family.

My parents still had no physical living space, so we continued to live on my father’s truck, making food deliveries across the United States. Eventually, they got steady jobs and bought a house in Amityville, New York. When they separated, I stayed there with my mom for eight years. Then we started moving around a lot. Moving to California was the hardest. We moved in with a friend of my mom’s. They had a major disagreement and we became homeless. Thankfully, a lady let us stay with her until we saved enough to get back to home base, New York.