NO Paper Trails & NO Paparazzi

This is my story…

It’s my life story and based on true facts. Shit that’s happened and gotten me where I WAS and things that’s happened and gotten me where I AM.

I haven’t a clue how I’ll present it. Most likely it will be bits and pieces as I recall it and at other times it will most likely be a short story.

So, I’m not sure how the story will unfold nor how I’ll present it, but I can assure you that it’s going to be a good read and journey to FOLLOW.

I grew up in a small rural town with humble hardworking parents. My dad was a farmer and my mom was a home economist when I was born. My parents were humble, hardworking honest folks. We were by no means wealthy. We got all that we needed and some things we wanted.

i was spoiled, but I was spoiled with love . It felt good! I was the baby of six. A surprise child- (my mom, Tipper, I called her later in life until she died) was 43 years old when I was born. My youngest brother was seven years older and disliked me from day one.  I felt it and I knew it. I had one sister, who was the third of the six of  us. She took me under her wing immediately not having her only child yet. She played dress up with me and treated me like her babydoll. As events unfolded later in my life, I spent a lot of summers in Michigan where she and her husband with their new baby had made home many years earlier. When my dad was well, we would spend our summer week of family vacation driving to Michigan to visit and explore.

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