For some reason that I can’t explain, or even understand, lately I’ve been feeling compelled to start writing my life story. I really don’t have great expectations that a great number of people are dying to read it. I just have this sense of needing to leave something of a mark that I was here, like a name or initials carved into a tree or wet cement.
There is an old saying: “Truth is stranger than fiction.” So many times in my life this has proved to be true.
Also, as the years slip by, memories begin to fade. Sometimes I think there are so many things I want to be able to say, memories I want to share, some of which may even be very interesting. Maybe through this blog and through writing out some of these stories privately (for now), I can begin to record the noteworthy memories.
