Her-story!
I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.
Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.
I was born in Prove, Utah.
My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.
My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.
I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.
[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]
Everyone thinks I'm psychotic, except for my friends deep inside the earth.
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I have one nerve left and your getting on it.
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If at first you don't succeed... so much for skydiving.
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If you are going to be blue, be bright blue!
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I can please only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow, isn't looking good either.
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