Plinky.com asked me to write one sentence that summarizes each year of my life so far…
Year One: Learning to walk is dangerous, as evidenced by my broken leg.
Year Two: Baby flatlander me becomes an “almost Vermonter”.
Year Three: A profound moment at the beach: I suddenly realize how small I am in the immensity of the universe.
Year Four: Headstart is an experience in socialization.
Year Five: Listening to lots of phonics tapes on my mom’s cassette tape Walkman equals homeschool kindergarten and we get our first foster care child.
Year Six: My first and only year in the school system.
Year Seven: My mom starts babysitting a girl my age so I wouldn’t be lonely and she becomes the bane of my existence.
Year Eight: My parents decide to rent out our house before securing another place for us to live, so we camp out in a field all summer.
Year Nine: My city slicker parents start farming with a how-to book in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other.
Year Ten: Lots of tree climbing and running wild in the woods.
Year Eleven: I almost die of a ruptured appendix and then we take in two foster children who are to become my adopted brother and sister.
Year Twelve: My “official entrance into womanhood” and all the emotions and melodrama that go along with it…
Year Thirteen: I am NOT a teenager… I am NOT a teenager…
Year Fourteen: People die, I imagine myself an atheistic philosopher, and I meet my wonderful friend and mentor, who helps me back towards sanity and God…
Year Fifteen: More of the same…
Year Sixteen: I head off for the Middle East and return after two weeks of exploration and wonder, I also get my GED.
Year Seventeen: We move to a “big” city of 5,000 from our small town of 748 families.
Year Eighteen: I get two jobs and move out.
Year Nineteen: I meet an intriguing man named Lance.
Year Twenty: I marry aforementioned man.
Year Twenty-one: More of the same.
Year Twenty-two: I become the Sunday School Administrator at my local church.
Year Twenty-three: I get pregnant and we lose the baby after one trimester.
Thanks for the biography…the story will continue.