therealljidol Season 10-week 7 "Where I'm From"
All my life's a circle,
Sunrise and sundown.
The moon rolls through the nighttime,
‘til the daybreak comes around.
All my life's a circle,
But I can't tell you why.
The season's spinnin' ‘round again,
The years keep rollin' by.
My life began in a very small house in a very small neighborhood in a very small town. My world was limited to a very small yard with a very small family and very few friends.
As I grew my only wish was to escape into anonymity. I didn’t want to be that little girl with the thick glasses and the father who was drunk, angry and sick with emphazema. I didn’t want to be that little girl whose friends were afraid to come over to play for fear they would be stared at by that angry drunk man.
I didn’t want to be that little girl whose mother was afraid to let her leave her yard. I didn’t want to be that little girl who was constantly told no when her friends would go to each other’s houses for sleep overs. I didn’t want to be that girl whose aunts would point out what she could not do instead of what she could do.
I didn’t want to be the only blind child in school. I didn’t want to be that girl with the book bag full of oversized books and the permanent ink spot on her nose because she had to put her face so close to the paper when writing, therefore having her nose touch the place where ink was drying.
I met others like me when I was 12. After much prodding by a caring social worker I was allowed to go away to a summer camp for blind children for a month. I was told I could. I was shown the way to independence. It might not have been the way others do things, but it was a different way that made me feel successful.
High school started. My very small world grew. I was part of something: the high school band. My very small group of friends grew. I was told I could do things rather than told I could not.
Then there was college. I was away from my family and most didn’t care about the thick glasses and a typewriter and tape recorder took the place of the ink blot on my nose. There were parties. There were late nights without someone telling me what to do and when to do it. It felt wonderful to be on my own. If I failed it was on me and not because someone told me I could not try.
I escaped my very small town and moved to the very large city. The struggles were tough but I proved to those who doubted that I was capable. My family kept saying “no” but I said “yes” and continued my journey toward finding out who I was.
Upon returning to my very small town to attend a party given by a friend I met a very large man with a very large heart. He didn’t care about the fact that I used a guide dog. He didn’t care that I was someone who was different from the other women he knew. He didn’t care that I wasn’t what his family expected.
I married and returned to live in my very small town. I learned to appreciate where I am from and found contentment. I may not have the life I envisioned when I was young but I wouldn’t trade the life I have now. The very small town is where I am from and exactly where I want to be.
All my life's a circle,
Sunrise and sundown.
The moon rolls through the nighttime,
‘Til the daybreak comes around.
All my life's a circle,
But I can't tell you why.
The season's spinnin' ‘round again,
The years keep rollin' by
Lyrics: “Circle” by Harry Chapin.
Thanks for reading my entries and the kind comments I have received so far. I wish everyone good luck this week!
Sunrise and sundown.
The moon rolls through the nighttime,
‘til the daybreak comes around.
All my life's a circle,
But I can't tell you why.
The season's spinnin' ‘round again,
The years keep rollin' by.
My life began in a very small house in a very small neighborhood in a very small town. My world was limited to a very small yard with a very small family and very few friends.
As I grew my only wish was to escape into anonymity. I didn’t want to be that little girl with the thick glasses and the father who was drunk, angry and sick with emphazema. I didn’t want to be that little girl whose friends were afraid to come over to play for fear they would be stared at by that angry drunk man.
I didn’t want to be that little girl whose mother was afraid to let her leave her yard. I didn’t want to be that little girl who was constantly told no when her friends would go to each other’s houses for sleep overs. I didn’t want to be that girl whose aunts would point out what she could not do instead of what she could do.
I didn’t want to be the only blind child in school. I didn’t want to be that girl with the book bag full of oversized books and the permanent ink spot on her nose because she had to put her face so close to the paper when writing, therefore having her nose touch the place where ink was drying.
I met others like me when I was 12. After much prodding by a caring social worker I was allowed to go away to a summer camp for blind children for a month. I was told I could. I was shown the way to independence. It might not have been the way others do things, but it was a different way that made me feel successful.
High school started. My very small world grew. I was part of something: the high school band. My very small group of friends grew. I was told I could do things rather than told I could not.
Then there was college. I was away from my family and most didn’t care about the thick glasses and a typewriter and tape recorder took the place of the ink blot on my nose. There were parties. There were late nights without someone telling me what to do and when to do it. It felt wonderful to be on my own. If I failed it was on me and not because someone told me I could not try.
I escaped my very small town and moved to the very large city. The struggles were tough but I proved to those who doubted that I was capable. My family kept saying “no” but I said “yes” and continued my journey toward finding out who I was.
Upon returning to my very small town to attend a party given by a friend I met a very large man with a very large heart. He didn’t care about the fact that I used a guide dog. He didn’t care that I was someone who was different from the other women he knew. He didn’t care that I wasn’t what his family expected.
I married and returned to live in my very small town. I learned to appreciate where I am from and found contentment. I may not have the life I envisioned when I was young but I wouldn’t trade the life I have now. The very small town is where I am from and exactly where I want to be.
All my life's a circle,
Sunrise and sundown.
The moon rolls through the nighttime,
‘Til the daybreak comes around.
All my life's a circle,
But I can't tell you why.
The season's spinnin' ‘round again,
The years keep rollin' by
Lyrics: “Circle” by Harry Chapin.
Thanks for reading my entries and the kind comments I have received so far. I wish everyone good luck this week!