Fear Stops Me
When I was very young, less than one year old, my family lived in Toronto Ontario. Canada. My parents were members of an expanding organization that they truly believed in. Thus they had travelled a lot. For example, My two older sister wee born in Melbourne Australia. My oldest brother was born in Washington DC, my next brother was born in Opa-Locka Florida. And me, my folks were on a road trip and in was born in a hotel in Detroit Michigan. My next sister was born in Toronto. Then some things happened and my parents split up and my Mother got together with my Step Father. Thus my next sister, brother, and two sisters, were born in Unity/Claremont New Hampshire. So roots were not really a thing. Now, going back to when I was young, less than a year old. I have my very first memory. I was in what I can now identify as the back seat of the family car. I am told that it was an AMC Rambler. And I could hear two voices, which I knew was my Father and Mother, arguing bitterly. I did no...