I'm 48 now. What happened to all that time. How much life has been lived on my watch that Ihave missed. I'm not a writer, I'm not an accomplished artist, I'm not a singer in a band, I'm not the fastest runner in the group,I'm not the best swimmer in the meet, what happened to that girl? is she really gone. It is said that our cells continue to reproduce and die off in cycles so that after a few months you can be considered a brand new person. The lungs have the capacity to completely recover from nicotine poisoning if given the chance. The body has a tremendous capacity for survival. Our brain has a gentle way of keeping us from feeling the wretched pain that encounters us in our journey by hiding the raw emotion that accompanies the memory. Some people don't appreciate or trust the true gentle nature of the human brain so they live in agony for a lifetime. And some people never give their lungs a chance to show how absolutely marvelous they can be. Whats this all about? I want to open a few accounts in my lost memory bank and attempt to relive some of the moments that have been elusive yet could have been instrumental in shaping the girl that i have become. I'm going to trust that my wise and all knowing brain will guide me to the moments that are the most significant. I'm going to trust that my body will, with my permission begin the process of healing itself. All the stories that i will encounter will be logged in this blog. They no longer need to reside in my head. I can let them go as they fall off the pages of this blogeshpere. My sister will be my compadre in this adventure as we both share our lives growing up together in Naples Italy with our beautiful Neapolitan Mother and our Handsome American Father.