The Scent drifted in on a breeze and triggered a memory….

Have you any clue how wild this ride is??? It’s better than any kind of magic mushroom or acid….

Since I have done neither, I can only go by the science of what is happening… and my brain is in geek over drive… that is a True Story…

Stress today… been down this road before… and I am not getting my hopes up, till appraisal is ordered… they have pre-loan approval…

The air is warm and heavy, with many scents in it’s breeze and one came along that triggered a short memory that played before my eyes….

I have learned, that the way I make memories, is why I have this edetic memory ability… and it’s not anything like what you or hubby does… very few, could relate…

For me, those memories I have of the abuse in that christian home, there are a few that don’t make sense… they are not new, I have always known them… it’s the way they are connect the dots type of memories…

One is picking pecans… another is the long drive way of blooming magnolias… another, grabbing a ripe black plum off the tree… one, jumping over a huge black king snake….

All those memories are before the age of 13…. 13 is when Margie died according to christians who believe a heart beat means life… my body says differently….

These memories I mentioned are connected to memories of violence and yes, I know each and every town we were in when those memories were made…it is kind of cool how this works… and I know the players involved… now I get why Auntie is not Auntie anymore… lol

People always show their true colors, when the truth… my scarred body, stands before them…. plan to continue the torture, till they die…

I do troll the obituaries… True Story…

If this house is sold, the next 60 to 75 days will be up and down and all around… getting my eyes done, fixing something for my mouth and packing…. Again!!! UGH!!!

Stress is a trigger for memories lately… didn’t used to be, too much chaos… but, anymore…. it triggers memories…

I still hope for the day, when pleasant memories come along, but I have my doubts… I never felt love in that chrisitan home… just envy and hate… they hated this little girl….

Haunting eyes at 1 year old…

Those haunting eyes look at me every day… they were staring at the woman that called herself mother… I never knew anything but hate from her…….

Sgt USAF DAV I Remember… Margie…