Try

When I was very young, I was always afraid of the water. At the beach, I’d cling to my father -fearing the waves would wash me away into the endless ocean, never to be found again…even though we’d only stand in the shallow end of the shore. Continue reading

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Future Plans

Some days, I’d rather live in the past than exist in my present. Nostalgia sweeps over me, as I soak in the memories of places and people from my earlier life. Though those days were not always happy, and I faced some downright desperate and depressing moments, through it all, I cling to them…because they’re mine. My memories. My history. My life… Continue reading