I'm touched by the way many of us carry our BWS friends with us.

Growing up it was hard to keep anything that was special to me since my parents didnt seem to treasure or care about what was inportant to me. Looking at them then envoked special memories of happier times. But through the years I have had things made for me that I treasured like a blanket, a doll lamp my grandmother made me before she passed away. But I think the one thing that has always been consistant was my note books I kept my writings in.

Unfortunately over time they have ben lost in moves and such because those in my life did not hold the same value on them I did/do. But as an adult my note books have evolved onto a lap top I treasure with my writings in it.

( now to recapture the past and remember the writings I did growing up- any hypnotists out there) hehe.