When I was a little girl in the South: A memoir of growing up in a changing world
When I was a little girl in the South, I used to love sitting on the porch with my grandmother and listening to her stories. She would tell me about her childhood, her family, her friends, and her adventures. She would make me laugh with her witty remarks and her colorful expressions. She would make me cry with her tales of hardship and loss. She would make me proud with her achievements and her resilience. She would make me curious with her wisdom and her insights. She was my role model, my mentor, and my best friend.
When I was a little girl in the South, I used to enjoy exploring the countryside with my brother and our dog. We would run through the fields, climb the trees, swim in the creek, and chase the butterflies. We would discover new places, new animals, new plants, and new secrets. We would have fun, we would learn, we would grow. We were free, we were happy, we were alive.
When I was a little girl in the South, I used to dream of traveling the world with my parents. They were both journalists who worked for a national magazine. They would often go on assignments to different countries and continents. They would bring back souvenirs, photos, books, and stories. They would share their experiences, their knowledge, their opinions, and their emotions. They would inspire me, they would challenge me, they would support me. They were my heroes, my teachers, my guides.
When I was a little girl in the South, I used to witness the changes that were happening around me. I saw how the civil rights movement was transforming the society and the culture. I saw how the women's liberation movement was empowering the females and the minorities. I saw how the technological revolution was creating new opportunities and new challenges. I saw how the environmental crisis was affecting the planet and the people. I saw how the world was becoming more connected and more diverse. I saw how the future was uncertain and exciting.
When I was a little girl in the South, I used to wonder what life had in store for me. I had many hopes, many fears, many questions, and many dreams. I wanted to be like my grandmother, like my brother, like my parents. I wanted to be myself. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to be happy.
Now that I am a grown woman in the North, I still remember those days when I was a little girl in the South. They shaped me into who I am today. They gave me a sense of identity, a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose. They taught me valuable lessons, they gave me precious memories, they enriched my soul. They are part of me, they are part of my story.
When I moved to the North, I faced many challenges and opportunities. I had to adapt to a different climate, a different culture, a different lifestyle. I had to deal with prejudice, discrimination, stereotypes. I had to overcome obstacles, doubts, fears. I had to find my place, my voice, my path.
But I also met many wonderful people and experienced many amazing things. I made new friends, new colleagues, new partners. I learned new skills, new languages, new perspectives. I traveled to new destinations, new regions, new worlds. I contributed to new causes, new projects, new innovations. I discovered new aspects of myself, of others, of life.
When I look back at my journey, I feel grateful and proud. I have grown as a person, as a professional, as a citizen. I have achieved some of my goals, I have failed some of my attempts, I have changed some of my plans. I have loved and lost, I have laughed and cried, I have lived and learned.
When I look forward at my future, I feel hopeful and excited. I still have many hopes, many fears, many questions, and many dreams. I still want to be like my grandmother, like my brother, like my parents. I still want to be myself. I still want to make a difference. I still want to be happy. ec8f644aee