I am a creator not an advertiser. I do wish I knew how to. I am that guy that couldn't sell a dime of water to a person with thirst. Am I too honest? Perhaps. Am I a recluse? I am going to say Yep!
I never had much confidence in myself from the first day I went to school and looking back I was always picked on but I won't complain. I won't, by the most part, tell my deepest darkest secrets. I may give a hint or 2, and if you feel like I am mentioning you then you can text me. Here goes my life in a blog...Chapter One (This will be brief):
Birth:
On September 8 1971, I was born some time early in the morning. I do not remember this, but what I have been told, I was crying, very frustrated, and had allergic reactions. Now this was 1971 and my mom was a smoker. At this point in time it was not clear on studies that there were any consequences. Other stories I have of this certain week of my arrival. My youngest sister and brother had to stay with some one on this night that they didn't want to stay with. My sister was a teenager, my brother was 9. From this point on, lived in Douglas, moved to North Carolina because my dad who was a preacher had a calling "from God" to preach there. Long story short, the family as miserable moving there. My sister was just going into her senior year, but my brother Byron who was still in grade school was content. In less than a year Denise was moved back to Sand Mountain and lived with my other sister Gail and her husband John. Later we all moved back to Boaz.
This is more of a prologue to the book. Any comments or insight on this period of time from my family would be greatly appreciated.
More to come:
1974 tornado outbreak.
5 years old, my first memories. Mostly good.
6-10 years old. Playing games, the club. Carleen and Patty, new neighbors. The norm of experimenting or not? Jeanie. Schools and teachers. Corley.
This isn't easy, but it will be done.
