I am a mother of 4 wonderful kids a wife of almost 25 years. Yes 25 years. Got married just out of high school and knew what I wanted and happy for the decision I made. I do ponder on some things that I should have done prior to getting "Hitched" but wouldn't trade my kids and marriage for anything in the world. The Lord has truly blessed me. I am a very rich woman because of His blessings. I enjoy life and nature and all its beauty around me. I love to laugh, cut up and pick on other people. I also love to be a friend to someone in need of one. I want people to know just how special they are.I grew up in a large family. The baby out of six kids (4 brothers and 1 sister). You can say I was spoiled... go ahead and say it, and for those who knew me well you are probably speaking it now, I was spoiled. I had two of the most special, loving parents in the world. My mother loved and provided for her family as much as her health would allow her. My dad worked hard to provide the means to have food and shelter and some things we wanted. They both died at young ages. Mom died at 50 and dad died a few years later age 61 of a broken heart. They always wanted to make sure that I had anything I wanted that was within means. I had hand me downs from my sister mainly and some cousins and I was grateful for them. Had lots of love from my parents and my sister, but not always tender love by my brothers though So I grew up being a big Tomboy, standing my ground and beating up on the boys.. I would always look up to my sister to teach me things and would run to her for protection. I don't remember but two fights the whole time being at home with her. We were close and still are.When I was little, we (all sibblings) shared one bedroom. Two brothers in one bed the other two in another and then my sister and I would share one. Don't know how mom and dad got to sleep for all the pillow fights we had with homemade feathered pillows and with all the scary stories that was told to us. Why, we would sneak out at night and go "night crawler hunting". We would sometime invite the neighors kids down to do that with us. We never got into trouble but thinking back now, I see that it was the only time mom and dad got quiteness in the house to be able to rest. Climbing trees was left to the boys in the neighborhood because they were too tall and big for us girls to climb and they knew it. That was also one way that the boys would get us to go home at night so they could stay out and do whatever they did.It was lots of fun growing up in a Mill village. We had our own way of doing things. Neighbors were people who lived all over Clinchfield area. We'd visit neighbors all the time and would sit on the front porch and talk. It was always special growing up on Clinchfield Mill Hill.I long for those days again. Lots of things have changed but one thing remains constant....My Treasured Memories.
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