My Life: Surviving

My Life: Surviving My Life: Surviving

Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

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Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

Summary

This is me and my life as I remember it. No Lies only the truth, as I remember it.

Summary

This is me and my life as I remember it. No Lies only the truth, as I remember it.

Chapter1 (v.1) - My Life: Surviving

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This is me and my life as I remember it. No Lies only the truth, as I remember it.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 16, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 16, 2011

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It is a cool sunny day. Cool enough that I am wearing long pants and a sweater. The sun on my hair is warm. I slide my fingers through the sand watching as it drifts through my outstretched fingers. I giggle very quietly as I watch those grains as they float a shortdistance onthe breeze.

There are two others here with me. They are bigger then I am. One, the bigger of the two, is pouring sand around the box we are in. Those two others are laughing and giggling a lot. They seem to have forgotten I am here, even as they play in circles around me. More often then not getting sand in my face.

I must be very small for the world is very big around me. This box we are in seems huge, as does everything beyond it. I can see the green grass beyond our box and an extremely large building. And yet in this box of sand I feel alone.

Preface

For as long as I can remember this has been the way I have felt. I am alone amidst the crowd of people.

That is my earliest memory. I believe I was about 6 months old. It was definitely springtime. Mom says we did not have a sandbox in Wyoming. Maybe it was dirt but my memory says sand. We are all of us subjects of our memories. Our perceptions are colored by them.

I am the middle child of 5. I have found the best description of my life is a visual one. Hold your hand up in front of you. Go on you can do it. Now bring your pinky and thumb in to touch each other. Next bring down the ring and index finger. You got it that is me standing alone. I do not believe my family saw it this way. All I can say, is that was how I felt.

Many of the memories of my youth are jumbled. I can not put them in a time line order until somewhere after grade school. Even those from 7th through 9th may not be in chronological order. I will do my best.

Before I go to much further I want it to be clear that these are my memories. They are not necessarily an exact recall of all events at the time. Just my personal perceptionsof the times I lived through. So if you lived with me, around me or were part of my life at the time and your memory is different then mine, well it just means we perceived the events in a different fashion.

Not all of my memories are either happy or sad some just are. I can say that there are many memories that I have shared with very few people. I want others to know that whatever they go through they are not alone.


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