The stewardess told me to wake up and put my seat upright. My eyes were feeling groggy, and she seemed kind of bossy. I was five, maybe four; it was the first airplane ride I can remember, and it really seems to be the time my life began for me, at least in this head.

Remembering a whole lot of what had happened to me, my brother, and sister, before age 5, was not really known to me until I was 16 years old. Until that time, I was never really aware of the real tragic event I was involved with or maybe even a witness to.

I will never really know.

I do know that my life as Leroy Roger Wilsey was about to begin soon after landing.      

The jolt of the landing felt curious. I was excited to be in a new place and looked forward to making new friends. I had been in some foster homes before, but the memories seem brief.

I remember post office boxes for some reason as I walked into the airport terminal and was greeted by some happy people. I must have been feeling lost on that plane ride to our new home in Groveland, Florida.

The project I was working on, years ago…a brief intro to the personal biography.

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