If my life were a book, these are what the chapter titles would be (size referring to exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution) :
Chapter One: Colorado.
Chapter Two: Moving to the Mormon State.
Chapter Three: Spencer, and Growing Up.
Chapter Four: Metal to tears, and how the Sparks Flew.
Chapter Five: Summer.
Chapter Six: Losing Faith.
Chapter Seven: Independence.
And that's it. You notice that Chapters One and Two included thirteen years, but Chapters Three through Seven were a little over one?
This is the time of my life that I will always remember. I'm not sure if that excites me or if that scares me.
People, "the person", is a strange creature indeed.