a Connecticut boarding school

I loved my high school.

It was a church school but I couldn’t go to church on Sundays. It was too much. I stayed at the girls’ school and hid under the bed. i liked chapel during the week and sometimes went to Catholic Church in town on Sundays with my two Catholic friends.

I have happy memories of that place. I put my horrible childhood in the past. It was so beautiful there, the century old buildings, the river, the Appalachian mountains. The lovely little town.

I never went back. I moved on to a different world and fell into trouble. But I stayed there in my mind. All these many years; a lifetime. It was a sanctuary. I always said it was like a convent. I have to let go now.

It was a gift to me from my family. They couldn’t help me.

There is a saying: ”From him to whom much is given, much is expected.”

So, I have tried to help people; as I was helped there.