As i try to relate to my former self, that is to say the high school graduate from Palmer, Alaska, i begin to accumulate a euphoric sense of reminiscence to the fact that: As young as I am, I've lived more vibrantly and with more passion than most older people have ever dreamed. It seems to me a fast track from then until now, and while I have consistently bypassed the opportunity to tell the tales of my expedition from fear of boring my muster, I have lately given premise to the idea that maybe, just maybe, the doldrums of sleepy high school politics and severely estranged romantic situations have given way to a charming and slightly historic series of events that have led me to my modern day substance.
Allow me to recall to the best of my ability, the alluring landscapes of a life that seems all too distant in my past. The good times, the soft spoken minutes, the scenes of the heavy heartened. Warrant me as my stories are released in all clarity, and humor me in the medium of impressionism. I believe that we all have a story to tell. Maybe some realize the importance more than others, but as we do, we also inherit the responsibility to the soft spoken to tell their story as it relates in our lives, we the articulate, and us the choreographers.
Join me as I search for my story, and as the chapters unfold, learn the language and tell it to the inquisitive. We're all riding the same wave at some point, we all share in that communion.
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