The following story is the true and selective account of the year after my seventeenth birthday and the history behind it, told to the best of my recollection with the aid of an expired Ancestry.com account and a box of old photos. Names have been changed. Individuals edited out. Flashbacks are jumpy. Dialogue recalled though a twenty+ year gap.
But this is where I came from, for whatever that means. I wrote it down to put the current world I know into context. I’m sharing it to help others put their stories in context. I added the photos because I was a cute baby.
Baby Ginny in a raincoat.
There are multiple triggering subjects discussed in this memoir including physical illness, mental illness, drug abuse, animal death, human death, child and domestic abuse, sexual assault, and rape.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. It’s a lot of my inside parts in word form.