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Why I Write Stories of My Childhood
For as long as I can remember I have been intrigued by stories from other people’s childhood or young adult years. It fascinates me to no end to read or hear tales told from different perspectives by people living…
It fascinates me to no end to read or hear tales told from different perspectives by people living together during the same time and under similar experiences. I’m an only child and have no personal reference to how or why this might occur.
I spent the impressionable part of my childhood living next door to a family with four children. Nathan was 12, Tory was 9, Larry was 6, and the only girl, Daphne was 2 when I moved in. I was 11 at the time and Tory was the one I felt the strongest connection with from day one. My mother and I had recently relocated to Miami after she determined our lives would be simpler there than they had been in Los Angeles.
Tory and I loved animals and plants and nature and my earliest adventures were ones where we would escape our humdrum existences on our bicycles and explore the miracles occurring naturally in the outdoors. He also introduced me to fishing off the pier and taught me how to know when and in which way the tides were flowing. It turns out that south Florida has mixed, semi-diurnal tides. That means they get two high and two low tides in a 24-hr period. Because of this, not only…
