I want to start writing a little bit every day. I have some stories I want to tell, stories about my past, stories about how horrible it was to be a powerless little child, but how lucky I was to have very good parents.
Stories about what it’s like to grow up lower middle class in America. Not that we were always lower middle class. When dad got his professional job, we started eating out once a week and we were able to buy an air conditioner. Things like that made a huge difference in my life and I started getting better grades. Just simple comforts, a cool breeze, less worry, make for a better study environment.
Stories about sexual abuse and neglect (not of me, but of others.) Stories about poverty and trying to make the best of a situation by coveting ramen noodle soup and the power of the dollar.