Who are you?

Fresh and bright, she could not contain her enthusiasm and excitement at having a desk of her very own. This was her first day in a classroom, a whole new wondrous experience.  Her eyes sparked as she jumped up to answer the questions posed by the teacher,  Her teacher. 

Within a week she had grasped the concept of public school.  Lesson one; classroom spontaneity was discouraged, it upset the delicate balance of the learning experience.  Lesson two; recess was an adults version of play. Lesson three; conformity ruled.

By the end of the school year, the little girl had evolved, and had become part of the whole. Her twinkling eyes had dulled, if just a bit, but she was popular with her classmates and deemed a model student by her teachers.  In the process she had lost herself, but she had become the person the world had wanted her to be.  


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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