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On a quiet street sat a large light green house with a stone porch & white pillars. The bay windows on either side of the front door were crowned with leaded glass panels. Inside the house lived five extraordinary girls with two remarkable parents. They were American born Irish catholics. Within this house every emotion was to be played out & sometimes carried to the extreme. Let's take a peek inside, shall we...
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I would have tried to get help. All through my life I have been primarily in a fearful reactive state. If I had gotten help early on I might have made some very different choices. My teenage theory on life was one of a wounded person.
I’d have liked a mother who was kind to me.
also I would have made money- who knew money would become so important, I was such a hippie. I call the american dream the every escaping horizon cuz it's never near enough to reach.
In my return there are the same conditions, mother, father etc. but knowing what I know now, as the old saying goes.
I would do my homework, finish higher in my class, and go to college. I would work, earn money and travel.
I would learn to visualize and work on myself much earlier than I did.
I would buy a house on a piece of land in northern california, near a coastal town, with a view of the ocean, and live there, letting the land revert to woods, except for a small garden area near the house.
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