It was a cold night in March with slush still on the streets in North Eastern Ohio. The year was 1953, I was eight years old. We lived in a three-story home built in the early 1900s. I am an only child, very close to my Mama. My Father was leaving for work on the midnight shift. I always slept with my Mama when my Daddy worked this shift, and my Mama said she felt safer with me next to her.
Hi Steve, it’s for anyone that is interested. There are ten shorts. It’s my childhood story. My friends followed but no problem. Enjoy!
Your comments on Roulette Weal brought me here.
When I read the subject matter I was intrigued.
Is this just for family or can anyone read?
It seems like comments are from people you know.
I enjoyed this first one, assuming it's chapter one (it's not labeled, just chapter 3 and 4. This one was dated earliest, so I started here.
Thanks for stopping by, enjoy
Wow Carol you did it! I'll be waiting for the next chapter. So Proud of you 🥰
Love love it. Congratulations it’s wonderful
Looking forward to reading the rest! ❤️
I’m looking forward to reading more about your life and to learn more about living with mental illness. Can’t wait to read more. ❤️
Thanks Di❤️
So happy to be able to read this! I’m looking forward to reading some more very soon! You go girl ,!
I am looking forward to reading more about your childhood. Thanks for posting!