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The Seed Discussion Forum / Fresh blood
« on: January 21, 2005, 07:34:00 PM »
well GregFL I have been wracking my brain the past few days trying to remember something specific, a story to tell, but so far nothing!  This happens to me alot, I have forgotten so many important things, and it drives me nuts.  I guess that's what has lured me back here to this, I want to remember ALL the experiences in my life whether good or bad........I may forever be a lurker here trying to piece together my fragmented past! :???:

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The Seed Discussion Forum / Fresh blood
« on: January 21, 2005, 06:04:00 PM »
Well....I don't know which came first, the drugs or the seed.  I think I was in there because my stepsister got caught having sex!  I think my mom  threw both of us in to the seed because she panicked.  She was newly wed and inherited her new husbands 13 year old daughter and 16 year old son.  She was always a control freak and I was her only child(and perfectly trained to obey), I was 14, new to Ft Laud from a small town in PA and ready to explore all the wonders, it was my coming of age.  I turned into a wildchild overnight.  I still can't remember if it was before or after the seed experience though.  I was behaving very dangerously, skipping school, stealing, sneaking out at night and riding bikes or thumbing rides to the strip partying with spring breakers.  I continued on this path of self destruction for 16 more years, alot of drugs, then after kids, mostly just out of control drinking.  I have been clean and sober  since 1988.

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The Seed Discussion Forum / Fresh blood
« on: January 21, 2005, 05:05:00 PM »
Hi all....I found this site quite by accident, I was searching info on the Hal Marchman Act a few days ago and have been lurking here ever since!  I can't seem to quit reading this stuff.  I still haven't remembered much more about it than this;  it must have been 1972, I think I was at 2 different locations, the first seemed like maybe a huge tent?  I remember the names, Art, Libby.  There was a stage? with a very brightly painted toilet on it maybe it was pink, and although I don't have a specific memory of it being used, I don't think it was a good thing.  The second location seems like it was on a busy, but desolate highway, it was some sort of loading dock,abandoned, concrete wharehouse type place.  I remember my mom suppying me with cartons of cigarettes, probably her own guilt for putting me there.  I asked her questions about it yesterday and her memory is vague but she took me out? or let me quit? because she said she didn't think it was right that they made you stand up in front of everybody and tell what a stupid, worthless asshole you are.  I do remember being very afraid at school (sunrise middle?) to talk to my freinds because they had people watching you and would tell, I can't remember what would happen if you did.  I have no concept in time of how long I was there.

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