Sep 20, 2011

Thought Question #232

I like telling people about how I grew up.  I never had a dad, and my mom and I lived with my grandparents until I went to High School.  I honestly don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, or sad about, because I had a fantastic childhood and life, thanks to the family who loved me and kept me in their lives.  I think it’s something to be proud of, actually.

What true story do you have?

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