Getting Lost

My childhood was filled with a bunch of moving around and learning to accept new ideas. The biggest, and probably the most difficult idea to cope with was that I would never live with the same pair of parents. My biological parents never married, and split up right after I was born, here in Baton Rouge, La. I went to live with my mom and brand new step-father Terry in Arizona when I was six …showed first 75 words of 1669 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1669 total…ever again, and to this day I still don’t know why. It took several years of living with my real father, to get me to a point where I was able to finally let go of all the memories of him and I, and the fateful camping trip to Saguaro Lake. His memory lives on in my heart, and even though we don’t keep in touch, I still think of him as “Dad.”