Well. I have recently decided to write about my life. I have a ton to talk about, and a whole lot to say to those I no longer speak to or have never spoken too.
Basically I want to tell the story of my life. It really isn’t all that exciting though so if you want to read about it feel free, if not then don’t.
I feel that some of the things I will be writing about might hurt people. I have hurt a lot of people. Not physically - I’m weak, but I know I have caused many emotional damage so I pray for those people in hopes of forgiveness and what I caused them is not long-term but temporary.
The first thing I would like to say is that I do not believe in mistakes. I think people get the life God has intended for them. There are no mistakes, just lessons. He gives them to us for a reason. Maybe for us to learn. I think of it like this; if you never experience moments of joy, sadness, happiness, fear….LOVE, the worst, how would you ever really live life?
Recently I have had many changes in my life. Now I am sitting at home writing on this computer with a broken neck, back, and toe. This was a lesson, and more than anything a reward in many ways. I know that sounds retarded, but later in my life story you will understand exactly what I am talking about.
I was born on July 24, 1986, uh? I guess that makes me 22 now. I was born in Montgomery, Alabama, and that is where I spent 19 hard years of my life. Well, i didn’t grow up in Montgomery but in a small town, if it is a town yet, maybe I should say community called, Honoraville. Now. Some people pronounce this Honor-A-ville and then there are people that call it Hornyville, but we pronounce it kinda like whornavull. Yeah, not sure if you got that but that is how the southern folk pronounced it whornavull. Honoraville wasn’t on the map but considering I haven’t checked lately it may have made it by now.
The place was home, at the time i understood what that meant. It was a glorious place where people look you in the eye and everyone knows your name. Come to think of it everyone knew not only your name but your dads, moms, step parents, grandparents, friends, dogs, and if you gave you genitalla pet names they probably where familar with that too. So it was home. Glorious and yet horrible considering if you walked outside the whole town for at least 20 miles knew that I, Amy Tadlock, had walked out onto my front porch.
There was not much from a stranger’s perspective in this small area but dirtroads and long drawn out woods of who-knows-what because of all the dang kudzu- i don’t think that is how its spelt- but whos reading anyway? So basically, in honoraville there was a lot more than what met the eye. There was love and also a lack of it.
There were also smells that still seem familiar to me when I travel back home. Honeysuckles is the most familar and freshly cut grass.
Honoraville, was a place where you could see the stars, and hear every creature twirping throughout the night. A peaceful, yet lonely place. A place where there were no new faces and nothing ever changed.
The most important thing about this place was that within this tiny world where everyone knew so much, there were more secrets that everyone knew of but never spoke of. The secrets are what made me leave, and they are also what keeps me going back from time to time. The secrets are what I want to share with everyone, because then they are no longer secrets but reality.