What, who, when, how, to really be what we have always dreamed about being. Maybe a writer, if possible. How romantic to put down words that have some meaning, not only to me but to others as well. A story, perhaps, of one’s life, to be read by members of one’s family. To leave a legacy.
Surely, we all have a story to tell, if not many stories. Oh, was my mother or grandma really like that? Did she really do that? Oh my god, what an interesting life she had, and to think she is my mother or grandma.
Oh, the things that go on in my head! The mountains to climb over, the memories to share. One has to make a beginning, so now is the time. . .
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