I grew up the first daughter of a minister. I was expected to be the "example". It was made very clear that if I did anything unacceptable my dad could lose his job. I lived in a cocoon until I was about 20....when I broke out, I started to become "me". I was able to express myself.....I could fly. I must say living in an old frat house my sophomore year with 15 other girls was a great experience. Our house mother...lol...was a junior who loved to spend nights with her boyfriend and if we turned her in...she would have probably been kicked out of the college....so we were kinda free to do whatever...and some of the girls did.
I was in charge of the coke machine. It was really old at that time....rofl...but I made sure it was always filled with "bottles". Aluminum soda cans weren't around then. It was filled in a circular form which moved as the sodas were dispensed.
We had a mini kitchen as well as a "living room"...or entrance hall. It was a great year.
I was in charge of the coke machine. It was really old at that time....rofl...but I made sure it was always filled with "bottles". Aluminum soda cans weren't around then. It was filled in a circular form which moved as the sodas were dispensed.
We had a mini kitchen as well as a "living room"...or entrance hall. It was a great year.
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