A Blog by any other name...

I was born in Springfield  Missouri. My first real memory (real meaning not evoked by old photos) of

 childhoood is sitting on a blue paisley couch, a t.v. tray, eating spaghetti, and watching "Star Trek". My mom

 and I lived in a mobile home somwhere west of town; we lived on a corner and there was quite a distance

 between us and our nearest neighbor, I don't know why but that feels important. Every so often there would

be a horse named Smokey that would visit, I was always told it was my horse, I know now that it was a lie. I

think I was five because I remember a step-father, step-brother, and mom dropping us off at kindergarten

 together. They do not take up much space in my memory; I guess they were not around long. So that is the

beginning as only I can remember it, it all started with my mom.

MOTHER

to be continued...