Introduction
This next clip is the Introduction I wrote several years ago to my memoirs. The stories you read about growing up Military in "Military Brat," about being a kid in Westmoreland, and horse back riding are all from my memoirs as well as others that will follow...Girl Scouts, Dancing, Snowmobiling...the dreaded teen years.
My purpose to this is that we are all suffer the same highs and lows in life...we are all more alike then we know...
Introduction
This is the story of my life. But it is also your life. It’s the time of lifting you feet over the railroad tracks, holding your breath under bridges and yelling to your dad to honk the horn under the tunnel by the Rome Train Station.
The following are my Memoirs. These are recollections of simpler times. Busy summer days that had no apparent end, Road Trip Bingo, and punch bug. Life in a neighborhood with countless happenings, adventures in the country woods, Air Force life with the constant sound and sight of Giants in the sky; great m oves to the center of the earth, reuniting with your past, and the adolescent formation into who you will become.
I am an American girl. That’s what my father always told me. “Cramer? What’s that English or German?” No. It’s American and we live in the US of A.
My life was as typical as anyone else’s. I have no one pivotal, life altering event to tell about. Instead, like all of you, I have better then that. I have many. After all, isn’t that what makes our lives something to live?
There were good times, and bad times, victories and glorious heart wrenching defeats. There were great friends acquired, enemies made and loved ones lost. There were great triumphs and enormous losses. I am everyone. I am every young girl and boy from the country and the city. I am the civilian kid that has never been farther than a 100 mile radius of home and I am the military brat that has lived many places and raised on the idea of ‘Country’.
I am you. I am the cheerleader and the horse back rider. But don’t despair, I am also the kid that puked on the school bus and peed down the teeter totter. I got good grades in school, but would have done better if I had “applied myself.” I went to college, but then again I also dropped out. I had great naturally curly blonde hair, but I also had teenage, combination skin. You see, there’s a little of everybody in each of us if we just look deep within character. No one’s life was perfect, but everyone’s was great. All you really need to do is take the time to recall where you have been and what you have experienced.
I hope that my memoirs bring you back to you, your brilliant youth. When you were certain that you could find a fossil of a dinosaur in the field out back; or the days when you believed that if you touched a frog you would get a wart. [Of course then there was the notion that if you kissed the frog you would get a prince, and then would the Prince still love you with the big ugly wart on your lip?]
Travel back with me. Bring back the happy and the sad that formed you into... well, you. Enjoy my adventures and you will notice yourself recalling when that happened to you. I hope that you laugh out loud, and I hope that you cry real tears. And when you get to the thing that didn't happen to you? Well, maybe they will give you insight into someone else. This is our life...this is our story.
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