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       I have found out that lots of people know who I am writing this blog. More family than friends but it still makes me sad. I now see the importance of keeping your identity a secret in these blogs, your writing is affected when people know that your the author of the material. You worry what those people will think of your writing. You start to second guess your ideas. I hope that I can continue to write what I want even though those people know that it's all connected to me.

I Remember

       I remember sitting on my fathers shoulders. I remember falling on my scooter, I shredded my nice clothes and I spent the next hour pulling gravel out of my arm. I remember being alone, my family is always there for me but somehow I still feel alone. I remember when I loved to smile, now I don't like my smile. I remember when learning was fun. I remember when my heart was made of gold and not just painted gold.

"Well … at least I've got your back."