Little Harold

Went to Oklahoma City with my daughter to obtain my grandson's birth certificate. While I was waiting I met a black gentlemen named Harold who told me about this web site. I came here because he said it was a place I could share my life stories. I would love to share some stories about my life, I could fill lots of space. I have many chapters in my life, most are painful experiences; it would just be a place to vent. The names would not be real only the stories would be true... Sadly I'm still living through one of these chapters, it's a long story. I really don't know where to began. Susan