Sunday, March 25, 2012

My Life on One Page

This was a great writing exercise! If you have to write your entire life up to the present moment on one page what would you choose?  This is what I came up with.

I was born in Alexandria Virginia at the George Washington Hospital--which no longer exists.  I like to muse that it had "served its purpose" (to bring me safely into this world.)  Then, no longer needed, it was transformed into something less useful--a government building.  During my infancy my mom worked at the Pentagon.  I sure wish I had asked her more about that when she was alive!

When I was four years old we lived in a house with a bright green roof.  I wanted to be Zorro.  He wore black and jumped off the roof onto his trusty horse, Tornado.  I lived in a bubble of protection and wore pink.

When I was in the fifth grade my teacher hit me in the head with a book.  My crimes? They were, in no particular order, living on the wrong side of Manor Street, helping a classmate who was struggling, and, in general being nice to her in spite of her mean disposition toward me.

In Junior High I entered the John F. Reynolds "Junior Miss"contest.  There were only three of us.  The one with the most talent didn't win.  The one who lived on the right side of Manor Street did. 

In High School I continued to love learning, became a majorette and learned quite a bit about racism. I also learned from my dad that I could do ANYTHING I set my mind to.  He was right :-)  I also fainted at a football game during one of our halftime performances.  My dad was the only person besides the band leader who noticed.

In college I still loved learning but learned a little late that I wasn't cut out to be a teacher.....so I majored in Psychology to figure out why.

As an adult I spent 25+ years working with disabled children and adults, trying to solve the mystery of why it was so hard for people to accept others "as they are."

I retired to spend my time as a storyteller, a Stephen minister, and a parent.

I now blog to to solve even bigger mysteries.

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