I've asked before, I'll ask again,
"Who am I really? What am I all
about?" Methinks I'll just have to
have another revisit . . .
I knew from the time I was a little
gal that there wasn't much cookie
cutter about me. Bothered me some,
but finally came to accept that I'm
a bit of an eccentric rather like my
father. I realize now more than ever,
how lucky I was in some of my
young friends and classmates . . .
Trudy a musician, both in piano and
flute. Dave, Jerrell and Russel, so far
ahead of us in Math, they were often
pulled out for Algebra classes. Bonnie
a brain, Jonette a gymnast, Norma a
seamstress. And then there were the
youngers (my own made up word),
Peggy and Rhonda, cutest little tom
boys ever! Steve and Joe, one more
serious and one more playful!
I still so value those who march to
the beat of a different drum. Manner
of speech can be fascinating. Get a
kick out of different modes of dress
particularly. Unusual tastes in foods
and drink are fun.
Must confess, I do indeed enjoy
being a free spirit . . .
same ole same ole same
love me being different
matter of outlook
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