A Driveway in Alabama
A driveway in Alabama!
*This is my attempt to add pictures from my digital camera to my blog. I hope it works!
When I was 13 we moved back to Alabama. I was born here but my family left when I was around 2 and we moved first to Georgia (lived all over that state), then Virginia and next South Carolina during those 11 years.
In 1983, my grandfather who had already moved back to Lee County had a heart attack. My grandmother didn’t drive so we moved down here so my mother could take her where she needed to go (mostly hospitals around here and Birmingham).
I remember my first day of school here. I begged mama to not make me go but what choice did she have.
I wrote in a previous post about my school career and always being afraid but hoping things would be different at each new school. Well this was the one! Things were different I made friends the first day.
The counselor who happened to be my social studies teacher assigned a girl, Tabitha, to show me to my classes. She was so friendly and I instantly liked her. Her friends were Terrye, Kathy and Bridget. We all clicked and they were my friends and my group when we graduated 5 years later.
You know I don’t remember saying anything particularly clever and I think it all worked out because I had come home. This is where I belong. These are my people.
*This is my attempt to add pictures from my digital camera to my blog. I hope it works!
When I was 13 we moved back to Alabama. I was born here but my family left when I was around 2 and we moved first to Georgia (lived all over that state), then Virginia and next South Carolina during those 11 years.
In 1983, my grandfather who had already moved back to Lee County had a heart attack. My grandmother didn’t drive so we moved down here so my mother could take her where she needed to go (mostly hospitals around here and Birmingham).
I remember my first day of school here. I begged mama to not make me go but what choice did she have.
I wrote in a previous post about my school career and always being afraid but hoping things would be different at each new school. Well this was the one! Things were different I made friends the first day.
The counselor who happened to be my social studies teacher assigned a girl, Tabitha, to show me to my classes. She was so friendly and I instantly liked her. Her friends were Terrye, Kathy and Bridget. We all clicked and they were my friends and my group when we graduated 5 years later.
You know I don’t remember saying anything particularly clever and I think it all worked out because I had come home. This is where I belong. These are my people.
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