I have a memory, one that many people laugh about when I tell them because they just don't believe that it is true, they tend to think I am crazy or that I made it up. I can actually remember picking my parents. I can describe in detail the house that my Momma and my Daddy lived in before I was even born. I really shocked my grandma when I told her that I remembered the house and I described it in detail to her. See, Momma and Daddy and moved out of that house when Momma was still carrying me in her belly. It was a pretty house, with a nice white fence and gate. I remember seeing all the May flowers, they were really beautiful, and Momma and Daddy seemed really happy, really in love. I remember thinking "this will be a nice place to live, it doesn't seem bad at all." By the end of the winter I was born, on February 15, 1932. Oh, if I'd only known what lay ahead of me with them, I might have picked someone different to be my parents. This is the path I was suppose to take with them. My soul had lessons it needed to learn and this could only be done by picking the Momma and Daddy I did at the point in time I picked them. Most of the lessons were hard and hurt a lot, but in the long run, they probably made me a better woman. Embrace the things that have happened in your life both good and bad for they are what makes you what you are today.
