My guess is I started wondering who I was at the age of seven. I was cozy in my family nest but felt outside stirrings. Neighborhood. School. Church. I was incubated in midwestern Iowa. German influenced since 1886 when my great grandparents landed on New York's coast that April.
Rules and regulation.
Somewhat mellowed with three American generations, it is still the moral fiber that makes me who I am. I would never take something that was not mine. I was raised knowing I represented not just myself but my family. I represented my Church. I represented my Town. These were the teachings.Though I find pride in my heart for it even to this day, I find rebellion and the want for change. I image it is the natural progression in life.
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