A Difficult Time in my Life

I'm the one in purple, all the way to the left, circa February 1984. My sisters, Bridget (m), and Lindy (r). Brother, Cole, was cooking in the oven, fully baked around 7 months later. 

I'm the one in purple, all the way to the left, circa February 1984. My sisters, Bridget (m), and Lindy (r). Brother, Cole, was cooking in the oven, fully baked around 7 months later. 

Childhood was a difficult time for me. My family seemed to move at crucial times in my life and to places just far enough away from established friendships that they couldn't really be maintained. I moved first from my birthplace, Peoria, Illinois, when I was seven. I had gone to school in Peoria through 2nd grade. We moved to Saint Peters, Missouri, from there. I was in the Fort Zumwalt school district from 3rd grade through 7th grade. We moved from St. Charles County to Lincoln County and my 8th & 9th grade years were spent at the Troy school district. I finished my last three years of high school in the Winfield school district.

It wasn't the moves, exactly, that were disturbing to be. I make friends easily and it was proven time and again when we moved. What was difficult for me was that we went from a very diverse to increasingly more homogenous student populations. The school districts grew increasingly small in student count with each successive move. And the thing that was really hard on me was the level of education lessened with each I've. As a naturally curious person and self-proclaimed perpetual student of life, I found it disheartening that I was learning the same topics after already having mastered the content for the most part.

Probably the most disturbing facts of childhood was finding out that people just didn't remember me. In some ways I'm still getting used to this and trying to fully accept that I have a freakish memory. I shouldn't feel as hurt as I can when someone I remember doesn't remember me and, seriously, I can see I would seem like a creepy stalker {I swear I'm not!} because I do remember details most people can't fathom I would remember.

I can't say there weren't plenty of good times growing up. I had great friends but I do wish some of my friendships had been able to withstand distance and time. I'm still finding that St. Louis  {and the whole metropolitan area} is quite the small "town" and people I knew in childhood turn back up here and there.

The Pisces in me sees things you may not expect others to recognize about you until after quite some time together. If you want someone that seems to "read your mind" I can be reached by text or phone at 314.965.0974 or email revfrauwinter@petitcadeauministries.com to discuss how we can work together toward a wedding ceremony worthy of your everlasting dreams.

Rev Jessica Winter