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It’s a lot harder to write about my childhood than I thought it would be. There are things that I don’t necessarily want to remember or to even talk about.

I think, though, that the exercise of writing white trash girl will be a good one. It will allow me to explore some things that I’ve needed to explore for a very long time.

Maybe it will help me understand why I don’t have a good relationship with my parents (which hurts my heart nearly every day of my life). Maybe it will help me understand why I am the way I am. Maybe it will help me understand other people better.

I don’t know if it will do any of these things. And maybe that’s why it is hard.

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On another note, it seems funny that I’m saying all of these things in a public space. I tend to keep things close to me and only share with those I trust.

I didn’t want this blog (or any of mine, for that matter) to turn into a person diary. That’s not what it is about. And I don’t want to perpetuate that notion that blogs are personal journals.

To me, they are so much more. They give us the ability to connect with others, to share like experiences or to learn of another way of looking at life.

They allow us to educate. They allow us to venture into new realms. They allow us to learn.

I think they are so much more than personal journals (or diaries – what an icky word to me – it makes me think of being 12 and having a locked diary that held secrets only 12-year-olds understand).

What is a blog to you? What does blogging mean to you?