tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951898199512520828.post7091380491921576249..comments2012-10-31T16:51:06.106-07:00Comments on More than a Survivor: Too Young to Know Part IIIcelestekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15572699577100075185noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951898199512520828.post-73771985452556224562012-01-29T12:11:01.411-08:002012-01-29T12:11:01.411-08:00In my recent blog post, I shared some link love wi...In my recent blog post, I shared some link love with you. Hope it brings some new readers to your blog. We are not alone. It helps to know that.<br />http://patriciasingleton.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogs-that-i-have-read-this-week-link.htmlPatricia Singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14114250171020836470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951898199512520828.post-45985421637877846102012-01-23T12:43:59.790-08:002012-01-23T12:43:59.790-08:00Wow ! Yes, the similarities are amazing and comfor...Wow ! Yes, the similarities are amazing and comforting to me. I was never alone in my suffering and feeling alienated and misunderstood. I often went to the local library and escaped in a Nancy Drew mystery or a biography of Helen Keller, etc. Curiosity helped fill a huge hole in my heart. I loved to build life size homes in the sand at the beach by our home or design clothing for my paper dolls.<br />It is so wonderful that we had all these abilities which kept us positive inspite of the trauma. Thank you again for sharing your story. We really are sisters of the heart :)celestekahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572699577100075185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951898199512520828.post-65869374780819848262012-01-22T15:28:42.344-08:002012-01-22T15:28:42.344-08:00I hear some similarities in our childhoods except ...I hear some similarities in our childhoods except that school and books were my escape instead of music and the piano. My dad was the 3rd oldest of 13 kids. His dad was an alcoholic that I grew up around. On weekends my grandfather became a mean alcoholic. By my teens, my dad was following and becoming an alcoholic too. My clothes were always hand-me-downs from my dad's 4 youngest sisters. I grew up in tenny shoes even through the Winter months because they were the cheapest shoes you could buy other than flip-flops. I remember in my early years not having electricity in one of the places we lived. We never had running water or an indoor bathroom in the houses that I grew up in.Patricia Singletonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14114250171020836470noreply@blogger.com