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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Life of a Filler Girl

I don't remember too much between the ages of 0-4, i can recall sitting on a train with tiny pillows and threadbare blankets. It was so cold but my mother gave me her blanket so i wouldn't catch a cold. I found out later in life that i was on the train to Florida to visit my grandmother.

I wish that i could place the memory of me walking through an open market, i can still see the fruits and vegetables. The sun was to my back, and everyone was so tall, like giants.

Mom tells me that i was born in Germany off of the air force base in kaiserslautern . They had to wake the doctor at 2 a.m. to deliver me, he was not happy. I have to wonder if my mother and father were happy to see my little wrinkled face or was it an omen for their future unhappiness.
Was i a mistake from some passionate week in Paris (France) that they would have to live with for the rest of their lives? I know this is not the type of thing children are supposed to be thinking about but curiosity killed the cat.
(to be continued)

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