Childhood On The Edge Of The World. Part 1

My upbringing weirds some people out. i was born in a tiny wheat farming town on the edge of the desert in my native Western Australia, but spent less than 6 months there before my first venture overseas with my growing family.At the time, Mum was a kindergarten teacher, and taught english to the non speaking children i grew up with and dad worked for various environmental research and development companies. His work took him all over the world and we all went along for much of the ride for a time.

My earliest memories are of the Bahai temple i went to preschool in Built on the summit of a great mountain looking down over Apia, the capital of Samoa, a small chain of islands in the south pacific. The priestesses taught us tolerance, acceptance, and intermingling of genders, religions and races. to see everyone in a different light and to realise people are people, no matter what colour their skin is, prophets words they take solice in, and procreation roles.From an early age though, i took a disliking to any church of jesus though. My reasons are pure and undiluted by any other religious creed or bias. In That country, when a girl has a child outside of wedlock, she is cast from her church, her family, and her village, and because they are isolated by the culmination of all three institutions, she is left with no where to go, and in the 3rd world, social services do not exist.

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Jan 6, 2013