Now that I look back on things they make much more sense.

My sister and I talked a lot about being away from my parents and we even tried it a couple of times.

My favorite book series was: “The Boxcar Children”. It was about some children who ran away and lived in some cars on a train and I really appreciated their experiences. It never crossed my mind that there was a reason for that.

At 52 I can only look back at things-that’s al. I can only wish that things had been different or that someone had said something.

It’s not too late because judgment is still coming.