I first wrote about my life as kind of essays to myself.  That was four years ago, and I wrote things, sporadically, over the next few years, right up to the present.  Sometimes details were hazy, but, I think I made reasonable choices.  I don’t think I have wronged anyone in what I have written.

I suddenly had the urge to post the very first one.  Looking over it, I am a little embarassed at some of the sentimentality, but, the truth, as I saw it then, is there.  As I publish these posts, I try to stay as true as I can to the way I felt when the events happened.

 

I say I ‘suddenly’ had the urge.  Not quite true.  Things have happened over the past holiday season, things I am not quite ready to record yet. 

 

So…here we go…this is me…about four years ago.   first attempt

I offer no excuses for the following.  It happens.  Every so often in life, you really blow it,  hopefully, just for yourself.  This post is necessary.  It provides a bridge between my leaving home, and what I consider the really interesting stuff that happened later.  what can I say?  I was sixteen.  April, when you read this, please know that it never happened again.  I shame myself