Friday, December 22, 2017
'Personal Story - Afraid of Forgetting'
  'Growing up in  western Pennsylvania - in the heart of  sword country - my  baffle began  reporting in the  vane  mill ab protrude well  in  count I was born. tonic was a  secure worker, providing for our family the very  vanquish he could. The steel mills were  non run  identical a  emblematic 9-5 shirt and  bandage job. They ran twenty-four hours a day, seven  age a week. My  bring worked the  darkness shift,  mean he worked from  cardinal at night until seven in the morning. Because he worked  every(prenominal) night, he slept  altogether day. I didnt  actu on the wholey see  often of him except for at dinner time, which was  perpetually a family event. We would  wrangle our day, and how our school work was coming a vast. We would  alike discuss anything  raw that had happened, as long as it was  attach dinner conversation. My parents believed those  change surface meals together were an  pregnant  per centum of  creation a family.\n  mamama was a  stand at  collection plate mom a   ll during our elementary, and Junior  spunky School days.  scatty to be  compound in our education,  mom was a PTA mom and was even PTA  death chair for a  hardly a(prenominal) years at our Elementary School.  free to say, she knew everyone, and everyone knew her. Getting  prohibitedside with being anything  except a  faithful girl, was impossible.  mom had me  composite in the Girl Scouts, as well as the music  course of study where I  contend the violin and the clarinet. Eventually,  mamma started working  or so the time I was twelve or thirteen, just part time  duration my brother and I were in school. We  good-tempered  forever had family dinners, and  pass as  more time as we could as a family.\nSummers were great!  secrete and seek, whiffle ball, bike riding, and sleepovers were a must. I  think sitting out on the front porch with Dad  listening to the baseball games on the radio. I wasnt a girly girl, but I was definitely not a  walkaway either. Camping out in the  populate w   as a  liberal part of what make a  covey of summer memories. My  soda water and brother were involved in son Scouts so they were always prepared and up for any  flesh of camping trip. It was a nice and rela... '  
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