I remember… #34

Relaxing before the day gets to crazy and I have a memory flash before my eyes because of ABC weather girl’s high heels!!! Go figure on memory triggers!!!

She’s wearing high heels with thin straps around the ankle and I flashed upon this picture…

What you can’t see, because I cropped the pic, I had on high heels that had straps and I cut those straps off, because I HATE anything holding onto my ankles and I didn’t know why…

As the ABC news weather girl walked around my eyes drifted to those heels and there it was, the memory of the beating at 5 years old and the sister that held down my legs as my mother fractured my arms and legs with a thick old fashioned ruler…

This picture shows one of those injuries… a year later…

I remember these moments in time, because of the mantra I told myself as the first bleed on the brain happened… (Read blog 1 through 33 to catch up)…

I never know what will trigger memories, so far nothing new has appeared… Only the memories I have, those have filled in, but I have nothing new… So I am missing most of the first 17 years of my life… and some since then…

Between the head trauma, the brain bleeds and I am beginning to believe too much ansthesia… these lost memories have been a interesting horror show that collides with reality…

That’s all I got… It’s quiet here after the dog fight and injuries… Today is errands and appointments and bad weather… and me watching and listening to see, who or what will trigger a memory…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…

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