I woke up this morning with a strong urging to write down my memories of my life.
I don't have many memories of being a kid and I am not sure how accurate they are. Sometimes I think that they may be exaggerated by the overactive imagination I had back then. All the same they are my memories of what made me who I am and I want to share them with my children.
I will be writing my memories as they come to me in no specific order. Using the labels will be most important to organizing them.
I did keep a journal in my early teens and throughout my life here and there. I will include some of those entries in my posts.
So, here I go. These are my stories, boring, exiting, good, bad, honest.
