I can’t tell you what strange force possessed me to actually start this, but I can tell you what inspired the ball to consider rolling. I was going through some old files on my computer and found some IM conversations from high school (not so long ago, 3 years now) and I started thinking about all the things, all the nurture factors that have built up to make the me I am now.

       The process of building a person is so complicated and so fragile. We wonder at the miracle of life from conception to birth but not at all the growth thereafter. Sure, we have mile stones, learning to talk, learning to drive, but we don’t measure the mile stones in our personality. The first time we stood up for something we believed in, the first time we succumbed to peer pressure. All the things we exalt and abhor in our pasts. I started this to write about those.

      It wont be in any particular order. The ages at which things happened will be guessed at. My memories will be tainted by everything I know now. But I will tell you the truth as I know it to be, the pride and the shame, my triumphs and failures. I’ll build you me.