Dimaras Sanity Break

Ramblings

Hi,
On these pages, you will find, various photographs of me. I was born a redhead, so I guess you could say, I have a slight temper.

But my hair soon turned to white blonde. As you can see, I liked to pretend as a child and still today to some extent. I always wanted to play Cowgirl, the neighbourhood boys always had to be *rounded-up*.

Or you would find me tending my *family* I either had a doll or a puppy or kitten in my arms. I remember the story my mother likes to tell, of being in the kitchen, late of a summer evening, and hearing me talking to someone in the front room. Knowing I was
naked, fresh from my bath, she went hurrying in to see who had come into the house.Who was I talking to? It seems I had this *Way* with critters, I was always making friends with strays, and that night I had enticed in a Huge blue/gray Tomcat, that wouldn't let anyone touch him, except me of course. He was wrapping himself around my bare legs, purring up a storm. As soon as my mom came into the room, he rubbed against me once more and then scurried to the front screendoor and bumped it open and faded into the twilight. She says he only would come as far as the front porch after that. Nowadays, my dolls are replaced with real children, but I still have a menagerie of critters.

 
I suppose I always will have. I have always lived in the same small town. I don't think I would survive well in a large city. My family has lived in this area for several generations.

A few of the photos are of me as a child, then as a teenager. oO( I wish I still looked like I did in high school, but alas, that is not to be.) The rest of the photos are more recent. I just want you to get an overview of who I am, what I do and what I look like. Alot of Who I am, you will have to uncover as you read my rantings and poetry. 

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