Life (mine in particular - a snippet, anyway)

OK...

I realize I'm being a bit narcissistic to think that folks care about my life, but I'm just going to wing it and think they do anyway.

I was born a small black child...wait, that's not right...

(stole that from Steve Martin...sorry Steve)

I was born on February 9, 1969.  My sister wanted a pony...and my family wonders why I'm in therapy.  Anyway, I grew up in a small town in Iowa (Washington).  I was (still am in many respects) a nerd...thick glasses, braces (until 13), overweight, the whole nine yards.  I managed to get along to a degree,  but not without the usual angst. 

Some small things from childhood stand out...I remember the very first time I ever saw Stevie Wonder.  It was on "Sesame Street", and he was playing "Superstition" with his band.  My mother walked in when she heard the music and saw me staring, mesmerized, at the screen and the musician reflected in it.  "Who is that?" she asked.  "Stevie Wonder, Mom," I replied, never once taking my eyes off the screen .  My fascination with him has never wavered...many others have come and gone by the wayside, but Stevie has remained. 

I also remember jumping off of a footbridge in Sunset Park because a girl I was in day camp with told me it wouldn't hurt.  As I told the doctor later, "she lied".  I sprained my ankle andmessed up my glasses but good ...I was six years old and so was she.  I think she married a lawyer a few years back.  Good thing, if she's still telling people to jump off bridges and that it won't hurt.  Oh well...

Well, you'll just have to wait for the next installment...until then, I remain,

Sudiegirl