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Looking back

Memories are funny things. When you are young, you are often too busy living life to realize that one day you will have a movie of memories stored away inside you.
This is my first attempt at blogging. I feel a need to write stories of years past, and of people in my past, some still living, others long gone. Having said that, I hope I can make my past come back to life as I write.

One of my very first memories is the day my mother married my stepfather. I was about five years old, and I cried when they drove away from the church, leaving me with my grandmother.
My parents had divorced when I was less than two years old, and my mother and I had left my dad in Florida and came back to North Carolina to live with my grandmother and grandfather.  While I loved my grandparents, I was a mama's girl, and would have preferred to have never had to share her with anyone.
To this day, I can see that car driving away from me, tin cans tied to the back, rattling down the street. It was my first feeling of abandonment.

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