tisha's profile
AGE:
26
LOC: Summerville, SC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 22
LOC: Summerville, SC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 22
I am a twenty six year old woman that loves life and everything in it. There is nothing that I love more than a grand adventure, taking off into the realms of imagination behind the pages of a book, or spinning a yarn a mile long, and all I want out of life is to help people possibly find the pathways within themselves that will lead to greater adventures than they could have ever imagined. I like to think of myself as a motivator, an uplifter, a speaker to the human soul and if you ever want to take a journey come into my world for just a few minutes. It is a trip.
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I sleep in the night Breathing in and breathing out, Listening to the cars that pass on the street, Dreams avoiding my restful keep. Time ticks by as I lie with an open eye. Tick, tick, tick. Life’s troubles consume me, things often too gloomy to think of in the day invade with the night. Why does sleep avoid me Endeavoring to destroy me as time keeps tickin’ away? Piece by little piece at a time I think I am slowly loosing my mind as this hour goes un-passing. Watch the clocks ticking and my...
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Most weekends as a child were spent in a variety of places. On rare occasions I was allowed to stay home, and on even rarer occasions I spent the weekend over my Aunt Julie or Aunt Nancy’s house. Most weekends though, I spent over my grandmother’s house which was met with a mixture of joy and fright. The day times at my grandmother’s, for the most part, were times where I could explore myself without any boundaries. Not like at home. I ran the street free of any rules except the one rule my m...
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My Hero My mother and I may not have always had the best relationship. Namely because I thought I knew everything and she knew better than that. My mom never failed to call me out when I had gotten too big for my britches and sometimes we argued like sisters. One thing I can say, and always will say for my mother though was that there was no place that I felt safer or more loved than when my mother was standing right next to me. The rest of the world was really where I encountered real troubl...
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Walking to School My earliest days of school are mostly a blur to me now as I try to recall them. The earliest years were filled with blue mats for nap time and gram crackers for snacks, recess on plastic playground equipment, and a kindergarten school yard full of wood chips to cause as few skinned knees as possible. This resulted in a daily dumping of wood chips on the carpet in my bedroom which frustrated my mother to no end. Then there were the days when I actually became aware of learnin...
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The Big Couch There are a few memories I have about the first house we ever lived in. What I mostly remember was that while we lived there I had the most happy and innocent days of my life. Back then I still worshiped the ground my mother walked on and I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to be as tall as her. I wanted to have her hair. I wanted to wear her clothes, unfortunately at times I felt like this was a small source of irritation to her: Tisha woke up early in the morning in her new...
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