Old Timer's memories
I've been thinking about life-as-I-knew-it while I was a kid - and I'd like to write about it but I also know it's not the best sort of reading. Rather dire, actually, for those who experienced normal life. Guess the year's end has sparked a need to examine and let go.
So I'm going to lock down those entries. If you are interested in reading them, let me know and I'll create a filter - I warn you, some of it makes for squirmy reading. But in a way it's a celebration, too, because writing about it will help my Inner Child know that such things are not likely to befall kids today without *someone* catching it.
EDIT: I like the way the house smells. I've been cooking since I woke up from my 'nap' (Thanks, SUDAFED!) and have finally put the last storage container of food in the freezer. But the scent lingers... what is it about fall and cooking? A 'group memory' thing?
So I'm going to lock down those entries. If you are interested in reading them, let me know and I'll create a filter - I warn you, some of it makes for squirmy reading. But in a way it's a celebration, too, because writing about it will help my Inner Child know that such things are not likely to befall kids today without *someone* catching it.
EDIT: I like the way the house smells. I've been cooking since I woke up from my 'nap' (Thanks, SUDAFED!) and have finally put the last storage container of food in the freezer. But the scent lingers... what is it about fall and cooking? A 'group memory' thing?
