When I was 17 …

Don’t worry, I’m not about to break into song. You have no idea what I’m talking about, doice-cream you? Frank Sinatra? “It Was A Very Good Year?”  I think it was specially written for him. Well the first line is, “When I was 17 …”

Never mind.

When I was 17 my parents sent me on one of those teen tours. For six weeks we traveled throughout Canada, the U.S. and down into Continue reading

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Well, they say it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind …

If I didn’t know better I’d say someone stole my brain while I was sleeping. Hell, who knows. Maybe it did happen. Something’s up, that’s for sure. Has been heartfor a while, only I’ve just really become aware of it.

Kinda crept up on me, slowly. And it’s confusing the hell out of me, if you want to know.

When I look in the mirror it looks like me, but I don’t know, in some respects it sure doesn’t feel like me. Here’s the thing:

For as far back as I can remember myself — and trust me — it’s far, far, far back — I’ve been a city girl. I didn’t even know what suburbs were and I didn’t like ’em. All I knew was, sprawling ranch bungalows and big backyards and rock gardens and the sound of crickets and peace and quiet didn’t float my boat one bit.

It was always the city I craved. The more congested, the more traffic, the taller the buildings, the noisier — the more I liked it. My whole ‘being’ has always responded to the pulse, to the beat. It’s always made me feel ‘alive’. It’s always inspired me.

Gas fumes never bothered me. Neither did traffic, as long as I wasn’t stuck in it, behind the wheel of a car. I could sit in

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Now that was scary …

It’s funny how we think we’ve forgotten all about certain events or issues and then one day something triggers a memory.  And suddenly there it is, in fearthe forefront of your mind.   Dredged up from who knows where.

Which is exactly what happened to me when I read this WordPress Daily Prompt:  “Tell us about a bullet you’re glad you dodged — when something awful almost happened, but didn’t.”

My ‘bullet’ happened long ago.  Many, many years.  I was in my early twenties and I was in Las Vegas with my parents.  We were there during Christmas/New Years.  We weren’t in Las Vegas the whole time, we also went to San Francisco first.

Several of my parents’ friends were with us, with their own kids — all of whom were around the same Continue reading