Reflections

I have had nearly 24 hours to think back to when I first noticed that something was wrong. Yay, me!

I have always thought that it was when I was about 17, but then I remembered when my family first moved to the Seattle area. I was five at the time and remember that my brother and sister and I would be playing in the backyard, building "houses" out of two by fours on the lawn and I would feel an inescapable need to get away for a bit. Do you remember doing this or was it only my sibs and me who did it? At any rate, more about building houses in another post.

There was a small hill on the side of our house that was about ten feet or so from the neighbor's house that was completely shaded and isolated from the rest of the world, or at least that was the way it felt to me. I would go there and sit alone for a bit before coming back to play some more. I guess I just didn't have the words at that time to express what I was feeling.

Life is such an interesting journey. And rooting around in one's own brain can really bring some clarity to where none was before. Kinda like those clean windows that I seem to be obsessed with...

Next up; making lists and I have the proof!