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| Topic: Part 1. My soul story | |
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Here it is as I had said I would write. If you think part 2 might be worth reading, just a yes will do. Thanks.
Introduction: Central of the state of Wyoming November 3, 1970 Woman gives birth to a healthy 9.7lb. boy. 2 floors down in the same hospital, 3 family members of the woman giving birth are in critical condition from a car wreck and eventually pass away that same day. November 3, 1971 Little boy’s Aunt and uncle killed in a head on collision November 3, 1972 Little boy’s great grandmother passes away from old age November 3, 1973 Little boy’s cousin is fatally shot by hunting riffle November 2, 1978 Little boys Great grandfather passes away November 3, 1979 Little boys grandfather passes away November 1, 1980 Little boys grandmother passes away As a little boy, it became quit natural for me to see mixed emotions come around my birthday. If there wasn’t a death in the family, well a funeral might be getting planned. Not much attention was given to me around those days. Sure I would get a present and a cake, but family members never came for the parties. Had other rememberings to go to. I974 was a tough year on my family. My older brother was diagnosed with a kidney disease and required a lot of attention. 1975 I found out through a “punishment session” that I wasn’t even supposed to have been born a boy. My parents had already picked out the settings for my room and even given me the name of Amy Marie. An Anthony wasn’t what they had expected. I had an old dresser armoire that had just a single cabinet door on it. Inside it was big enough for me to sit and soon became safe haven. My secret location. Inside of this armoire, I was to find myself. Everytime I was in trouble and sent to my room with out dinner, or I got a punishment, that’s where I would go. Inside I could close my eyes and smell the fresh scent of pine wood. Inside I could close my eyes and not be where I was. As time went on, I got too big for my secret place. No where to go after the belt was given or a broom handle to the head. I was alone. I had been alone for a long time. Sure, there where people around me. Kids at school, after school playtime. I had no shortage of friends. But yet I was alone. Since I couldn’t go into the armoire anymore and close my eyes and imagine I was going to a land filled with dinosaurs and volcanoes, I had to find another way. This is when my real adventure took place, but it was only the start. I Learned the power of what an imagination could be! |
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I also learned the power of imaginatin through abuse!
Gonna enjoy reading this! 
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You got my attention, I would love to read more!
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You have my attention.
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Here it is as I had said I would write. If you think part 2 might be worth reading, just a yes will do. Thanks. Introduction: Central of the state of Wyoming November 3, 1970 Woman gives birth to a healthy 9.7lb. boy. 2 floors down in the same hospital, 3 family members of the woman giving birth are in critical condition from a car wreck and eventually pass away that same day. November 3, 1971 Little boy’s Aunt and uncle killed in a head on collision November 3, 1972 Little boy’s great grandmother passes away from old age November 3, 1973 Little boy’s cousin is fatally shot by hunting riffle November 2, 1978 Little boys Great grandfather passes away November 3, 1979 Little boys grandfather passes away November 1, 1980 Little boys grandmother passes away As a little boy, it became quit natural for me to see mixed emotions come around my birthday. If there wasn’t a death in the family, well a funeral might be getting planned. Not much attention was given to me around those days. Sure I would get a present and a cake, but family members never came for the parties. Had other rememberings to go to. I974 was a tough year on my family. My older brother was diagnosed with a kidney disease and required a lot of attention. 1975 I found out through a “punishment session” that I wasn’t even supposed to have been born a boy. My parents had already picked out the settings for my room and even given me the name of Amy Marie. An Anthony wasn’t what they had expected. I had an old dresser armoire that had just a single cabinet door on it. Inside it was big enough for me to sit and soon became safe haven. My secret location. Inside of this armoire, I was to find myself. Everytime I was in trouble and sent to my room with out dinner, or I got a punishment, that’s where I would go. Inside I could close my eyes and smell the fresh scent of pine wood. Inside I could close my eyes and not be where I was. As time went on, I got too big for my secret place. No where to go after the belt was given or a broom handle to the head. I was alone. I had been alone for a long time. Sure, there where people around me. Kids at school, after school playtime. I had no shortage of friends. But yet I was alone. Since I couldn’t go into the armoire anymore and close my eyes and imagine I was going to a land filled with dinosaurs and volcanoes, I had to find another way. This is when my real adventure took place, but it was only the start. I Learned the power of what an imagination could be!   
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