The Beginning
The year 1955 brought a lot of new things not just to America, but the world as well.
Germany was allowed into NATO, Tennessee Williams got a Pulitzer Prize in the Drama catigory for his work; Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Ed Sullivan's show was new, Disneland and Mc Donalds both were opened. Rock around the Clock was the number 1 song.
This was 10 years after WWII, 1 year after Korea and 6 years before Viet Nam and actually 8 years before it was seen on tv .
November 17th, 1955 for the world was probably uneventfull.
For the other children born on that day, I hope you affect your corner of the world in the best possible way.
But in Torrance, California at 4:05 am a little girl was born. Her go by name now and her birth name aren't the same, even though she is the same child. With the way her world is, there is nothing that surprises her, as she has seen so many things.
How do I know her life?
How can I feel her story?
Because I speak of myself.
This isn't easy to write because I was taught not to brag. I was taught that to be proud was okay, but not too proud. I don't see myself as special. I am just another human.
I can't speak for others though.
This walk in life is just strange.
Germany was allowed into NATO, Tennessee Williams got a Pulitzer Prize in the Drama catigory for his work; Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Ed Sullivan's show was new, Disneland and Mc Donalds both were opened. Rock around the Clock was the number 1 song.
This was 10 years after WWII, 1 year after Korea and 6 years before Viet Nam and actually 8 years before it was seen on tv .
November 17th, 1955 for the world was probably uneventfull.
For the other children born on that day, I hope you affect your corner of the world in the best possible way.
But in Torrance, California at 4:05 am a little girl was born. Her go by name now and her birth name aren't the same, even though she is the same child. With the way her world is, there is nothing that surprises her, as she has seen so many things.
How do I know her life?
How can I feel her story?
Because I speak of myself.
This isn't easy to write because I was taught not to brag. I was taught that to be proud was okay, but not too proud. I don't see myself as special. I am just another human.
I can't speak for others though.
This walk in life is just strange.

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