"Where Do I Belong"

     Growing up in a beautiful town, staying out until the streetlights came on, that was a great life. The 60's were awesome. Although there were times "I thought, where do I belong?".

      I didn't look like family members, they were brunettes and of course I was the blonde.  Everyone had green or brown eyes, I had blue.  At one time my siblings convinced me that I was adopted, I ran to my grandmas, only to be sent back home.  My parents had to get out my birth certificate to prove to me that, yes I was their daughter.  Chuckle, chuckle in the corner, oh yes were my wonderful siblings. Hehe

     Well that became old news and I knew I was their child but other things happened as I got older. As a female I would be on the roof putting shingles on, re-wiring the house, putting nails in where needed be but when it came to cooking, no luck.  I truly felt their was no hope for me in finding a man if I couldn't cook.

     Sure I burnt things, forgot ingredients but I ended up taking a cooking class and well got a lot better, and don't forget there are always TV dinners.

     I honestly was adventuress , not proud of it, got caught smoking young, I was the only one that would take a drink of dad's liquor.  Stay out later than I was suppose to.

     The corner at one time, should have had a sign above it. Directly go their, that is your home.

      Where do I belong, with all the tales of the past, the ones yet to make, no matter what disaster happens, I will be happy at what I can do and never feel like a mistake.