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Most people who know me know very little of my upbringing. Even those who know me well don’t know much about the childhood years of my life. It’s not something I talk about for the most part and never in any detail. I grew up differently from many people. I have been toying with the idea of sharing my story for several years now, but I struggle to find a way to sum up my history into one cohesive story. The only way I can share it is the same way I experienced it, the way I remember it…through individual stories, some that make sense as part of the whole, some that do not. Stories stitched together to form the story of me, like a patchwork quilt. I created this blog to tell my stories one at a time. These pages are a work in progress, I hope to improve them over time.