Where do I belong? (standard:non fiction, 713 words)
Author: kathyg	Added: Jun 30 2009	Views/Reads: 3097/1968	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a question that has haunted me for all the seasons of my life. I still don't know. I envy people that do.

This is a question that has haunted me for all the seasons of my life. I
still don't know. I envy people that do. 

This isn't a preachy article. I am sure you had enough 

of my words. I am still trying to understand myself, find my place 

in this life, this world.  I grew up in a large family, and I love 

my brothers and sisters, maybe sometimes not too much, but 

I do feel blessed to know that no matter how the miles separate 

us and even time itself, when we are together, it seems 

like no time at all has passed. 

Oh, how family can set you right and tell it like it is.  A brother 

or sister knows you better than most.  Even when you think 

you are too big for your britches, a sister can put you down a peg 

or two. Remembering a few humorous and even embarrassing 

things you did. They seem to have a knack for those little zingers 

especially at holiday get togethers.  These words are not said to 

hurt you, but to remind you, that you are still part of the family. But 

the best part is that when something does happen and you 

need them, you can pick up the telephone at two in the morning 

and family will be there for you. At least mine will. That is worth 

more than all the money in the world. 

For ever since I can remember, I wanted to create things. 

I wanted to be a writer, an artist, even my Mom said that 

I wanted to be a movie star!! That makes me laugh, but I used 

to write little plays and get my friends together and we would 

make an audience and put on a play.  For that time, it was 

who we were. Creative, innocent, imaginative, and most of 

all wonderous. The best part of my plays was the audience. 

Even the applause was cool  One time I was the star of the 

play and I was a cowboy. Another time I was a singer. Or a 

princess. But I was never the flower. I wanted to be the star! 

I even made up a song and sang it for my class. They said 

my voice was really pretty and even the teacher clapped. I seem 

to thrive at that time. 

That is the girl I am. Happy in my heart. Singing, creating, 

being me.. I am sometimes misunderstood. Sensitive, 

a bit quiet, but other times I am fun loving and silly, compassionate 

and playful. 

The seasons of my life I have felt that my small town was 



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