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|Where do I belong? (standard:non fiction, 713 words)|
|Author: kathyg||Added: Jun 30 2009||Views/Reads: 1621/847||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a question that has haunted me for all the seasons of my life. I still don't know. I envy people that do.|
This is a question that has haunted me for all the seasons of my life. I still don't know. I envy people that do. This isn't a preachy article. I am sure you had enough of my words. I am still trying to understand myself, find my place in this life, this world. I grew up in a large family, and I love my brothers and sisters, maybe sometimes not too much, but I do feel blessed to know that no matter how the miles separate us and even time itself, when we are together, it seems like no time at all has passed. Oh, how family can set you right and tell it like it is. A brother or sister knows you better than most. Even when you think you are too big for your britches, a sister can put you down a peg or two. Remembering a few humorous and even embarrassing things you did. They seem to have a knack for those little zingers especially at holiday get togethers. These words are not said to hurt you, but to remind you, that you are still part of the family. But the best part is that when something does happen and you need them, you can pick up the telephone at two in the morning and family will be there for you. At least mine will. That is worth more than all the money in the world. For ever since I can remember, I wanted to create things. I wanted to be a writer, an artist, even my Mom said that I wanted to be a movie star!! That makes me laugh, but I used to write little plays and get my friends together and we would make an audience and put on a play. For that time, it was who we were. Creative, innocent, imaginative, and most of all wonderous. The best part of my plays was the audience. Even the applause was cool One time I was the star of the play and I was a cowboy. Another time I was a singer. Or a princess. But I was never the flower. I wanted to be the star! I even made up a song and sang it for my class. They said my voice was really pretty and even the teacher clapped. I seem to thrive at that time. That is the girl I am. Happy in my heart. Singing, creating, being me.. I am sometimes misunderstood. Sensitive, a bit quiet, but other times I am fun loving and silly, compassionate and playful. The seasons of my life I have felt that my small town was Click here to read the rest of this story (76 more lines)
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