Even with all the rain dances, the sky cleared enough for us to visit the American Indian Arts Marketplace at the Autry National Center. Tribal arts including jewelry, paintings, sculpture, rugs, and more were on display in all their glory. After enjoying performance by contemporary native bands and dance groups, we had time to horse around! Pun intended!
I was born, as many of us were, a very young child. The hospital was in Connecticut , and so were my parents, which made it convenient. Until the age of 7, I grew up in a small Massachusetts town called Middleboro. I had a better than average childhood with very little money. I spent days playing with my friends, picking berries, and generally finding mischief wherever I could. Only once were the police involved.
I met Evelyn at a time when my life was at a crossroads. Her love saved my life and gave me hope.
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