#69… Deleting a File…

Psychology says forgetting some things in life is not necessarily bad and I couldn’t agree more…

I didn’t go out of my way to not remember my childhood out of fear or anything… Essentially after the bleed on Japan with subsequent beating…

My brain deleted files and I have yet to find them…

I always write the train left the station and my ass is chasing it trying to grasp the memory that wants to play out and poof…

Train is gone and so is the memory….

58 years of amnesia is fast approaching, and what memories have I regained since the memory trigger???

That is whats driving my nightmares!!!

Where to start!!!

I remember…

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About Me

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…