Every time my mother comes to visit she brings a bag of stuff from my past.
This evening I opened it up and sorted through what I want to keep and what to toss.

It was filled with art projects from 7th grade, a journal from 10th grade along with term papers on Andy Warhol and Edgar Allen Poe, and a whole stack of books that I read sometime in early junior high. There were a lot of Duran Duran magazine posters with various other New Wave bands. I found something that scared me, a pen & ink drawing of a freaking unicorn! The only thing that saved me is the fact that it was in a Japanese style, I was probably copying some of my father's stacks and stacks of mythological book covers. The journal was very interesting reading. Some of the same issues and thought processes I still have. I find it comforting that I was as much of a introvert rebel in my early youth as I am now. My handwriting was total crap. But will I ever solve the world's problems?

Last week I told Lacee about a recurring nightmare that I have had ever since this time period. I almost fainted when I read in my journal of the recounting of that nightmare. I had it again last week. Too scary. It was about losing my older sister.

The sketches that I found we of the same quality of some of the sketches that Blu is currently drawing. She is going to be awesome!

Here's a list of the books that I was reading during this time period. Funnay!
Tom Sawyer, Hans Brinker, The Handbook of Beauty, Organic Chemistry Study Cards, The Exorcist, Guide to Painting, Listening to the Great Teacher, America's Great Heroes, and Dr. C.G. Jung's Flying Saucers.

Maybe the best reassurance that you are on the right track as an adult, is to go back to the past, to the core of your childhood, and see what your goals in life were.

I remember being as much as an insomniac then as I am now. Damnit!