I just put up my memoir and I realize I have to pay attention to showing instead of telling. I need to describe the houses I lived in for one thing. It seems rocky in the beginning with adjusting to having a step-mother and that she scared me. The end of my memoir will come back to this - I end up understanding how hard it is to live in a house where someone else has been. It's not easy, believe me! The other person's memory is always there for the first few years. I just wish me, Lori, and Brian could have had a better relationship with Pat. The beginning of this memoir is how I felt as a child. Not how I feel now. Just want to clarify this in case my family reads my site.
My mother in law got me a very nice journal for my birthday. There are cut outs for photos and it appears to be in three sections. First section is about my childhood in Norwood in the 70's. Next section is my teen years in the 80's and the last section will be adulthood. As I write in my journal, I seem to hate my teen years the most. Being isolated on Cameron Lane where you can't just walk to someone's house nearby was hard to get used to. I always hated it and hated living there. I guess that's why I never forgave my family for moving us out of Norwood. It's amazing how certain parts of our lives are great and others are bad. I have more work to do on it and hope to dig up old photos or other items than can be kept in the envelope attached inside the cover. So many pages to fill up!!