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My name is Morgan and I'm going to be 18 this year. I live in Portage, PA, a dismal drug town. I'm a vegetarian, animal lover, and an athlete. I play volleyball and run distance in track. Plan on attending community college for my general studies and attending Mount Aloysius to study Criminal Justice/Forensic Accounting and hopefully go into the FBI or CIA.
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Memories never fade...unless they're destroyed
...written on 2004-03-08, @ 6:59 p.m.
Sunday morning, my mother, brothers and I trekked up to my great-grandfather's home to meet with grandma Marilyn and Aunt Doris. They were cleaning out his house. I stepped inside and looked around awhile until they finished upstairs. When they came down and went outside,
I walked upstairs and looked in every room with interest growing in my mind of what was to come with the place. I stopped in great-grandfather Edward's room and I closed my eyes for a moment. I could feel the past coming alive. I somehow could hear the tick tacking of a type writer my grandfather had in the other room with a record of Guy Lombardo playing faintly in the background. I could feel the cheery atmosphere all around and the smell of cooking food wafted up to me from the kitchen downstairs. So many memories...now to be lost forever.
I felt a grief from deep within me. I don't understand why because I knew nothing of a past like that. It showed up in my head from the description of life that Grandpa Edward gave to me. It's sad to grow old I think. Knowing that he had a life like that. Peaceful and content...and he'll live the world without having much more than that peace. His home and its contents were to be thrown out like garbage. As if it were nothing more! I wanted stuff because well, it does belong to Grandpa Edward and those memories are precious and should be handed down but no...everything goes they told me. I can't even have my grandmother Virginia's vanity set. I guess I'll have to "steal" things before they throw it all out. There's no way in hell some of this stuff is leaving without a fight from moi. Just wait and see...