I was born on a Tuesday…no, wait….a Thursday. Well I guess at my age now, it really doesn’t matter. Hi, my name is Anne, and I’m 74 years young. I used to not say things like that because my mind wasn’t right. Well, not in a mentally disordered sense, but just my way of thinking. My only regret, is that I didn’t learn about thinking better, sooner. Would have made a lot of different decisions if I had. I know you didn’t come here to hear about my problems. But I’ll share a piece of my life with you. Maybe it’ll help some youngins get it together before their bones turn brittle.
When I was a little girl, we lived in a small clapboard house. Nothing special. Two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, and an even tinier kitchen. I know this was the best Mama and Daddy could do, but I used to be ashamed. You see, the kids I went to school with lived in pretty brick homes near town. They never made fun of me or nothing, but I just didn’t feel like we were the same. There were many other things we didn’t have in common like clothes, race, or things that happened inside the home. So I withdrew. Well, not totally. Had one friend in grade school, but her family moved away by the time we were in high school.
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Melanie V. Logan 