The Little Girl On The Swing.

In Life We Go Through Lots of Things That Cause Us Pain. There Is Emotional Pain & Physical Pain. We All Have Experienced Both Of These Types Of Pain Or You Are Not Human. Some Of Us Just Experience Less Pain Than Others. I Myself Have Experienced Both In Extreme Ways. My Blogs Are Going To Tell My Story Of Heartache & Pain. I'm Never Afraid To Share My Life Experiences Because All That I Have Experienced Has Made Me  The Person I Am Today. My Philosophy Is That The More A Person Goes Through In Life The Better Their Soul Becomes, Not True For Everyone I Suppose, Because I Have Seen Some Souls Get Lost along The Way Because Of Their Life Experiences, But They Chose To Lose Their Soul, Not Find It And Keep It Like I Have. Once Your Soul Is Gone, You Will Have A Hard Time Finding It Again, You Must Catch It,  Like When You See a Butterfly And You Chase It, But They Are Hard To Catch, You Have To Be So Gentle With It When You Do Catch It, You Have to be So Delicate with It  Because It would not Take Much To Destroy It Forever And Than It Dies And There Is No Getting It Back Again After That. So Catch Your Soul If You Lose It, But Be Gentle. My Life Has Been full of things that most people in a lifetime dont endure and maybe to others my life has been grand compared to theirs. There is a place I go to in my mind when I feel that my life is getting  too tough to handle,  its me on a swing when I was 4 years old. I remember it like yesterday. We lived in a Mill town called Millinocket, oh how I loved it there. It was a booming town, everyone you knew had parents that worked in the Mill there. We lived on a street called Penobscot Avenue. We lived in a little rented house behind a big house that was the same color as our house. The landlord lived in the big house out front. She was a scary woman, through my child's eyes she was  green with one eye and sharp teeth, very scary! I will talk more about her later in my blog. But to go back to my peaceful place, my swing. My father made me that swing on the end of my mothers wooden clothes line. I remember they were building the new Catholic Church up on the hill behind my house. The Church that I would grow up in.  I could hear the dump trucks going back and forth and the loud bangs from their tailgates when they would empty the load of gravel on the ground. That was kind of scary the sound because it echoed so loud, but that sound became music to my ears after a few days went by and I got use to it and actually looked forward to that sound every afternoon.  I remember my long red hair flying up into the air and than hitting me on the back when I would swing back and forth on my swing. I would look up in the sky and feel like I was flying through the clouds, the spring air tickling my  nose on each flight I took up into the sky on my swing, I was free, I had no cares, I was happy there and that's where I go when I cant feel that anymore, that freedom, that carefree world that happiness I loved so much, that little girl whose soul was not lost yet. I will end this now and add to my blog in a few days, I want to leave it right now while I feel that good feeling inside of that little girl on the swing.