Reflecting on my 57 years on this earth and realized that I have spent most of my life trying to escape. My sibs and some of my cousins can understand my view on this. I realized that I was not normal at the age of 4 or 5. I found myself planning elaborate escape plans to get away from not only my family, but my life! Once I discovered reading I was saved cause I could escape to anywhere in books. I loved reading and writing. Where every other young girl kept a diary I absolutely refused. To do so would make all the things in my life I wanted to escape to be there in black and white or worse in ink! Never to go away. My sibs remember things I have absolutely no recollection of. I remember my friend Michelle and I lying in the grass at Connie Maxwell looking up at the clouds talking about the future and here we are and neither one where we thought we would be. She wanted the family and children. I wanted to be free. We agree I got the best end of the deal with Jason. My Daddy taught me to cook grits. My granddaddy Edward Winningham taught me to cook rice. My grandmother Minnie Lee Boykin taught me patience. My grandmother, Dorothy Winningham taught me how to iron. My mother Mary West taught me to use spices and not settle for just anything. My stepfather Paul West taught me about faith. My son, Jason Boykin taught me about love. I always wondered why I was put here. I thought maybe I was to do something important. I think now it was just to raise a decent child who has become a decent man. If that is it, that is enough. I have done my job. Edgar Allen Poe doesnt have a thing on me!
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 20:27:18 +0000
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