I was born breech. That is to say I tried to be born breech. It was the middle of the fifties in the middle of the twentieth century and they wouldn't let me be born breech. After 27 hours of intense labor on my mother's part, they changed it and turned me around. It seems this set the tone for my life. Someone's always trying to change me and turn me around and I've always wanted to hit the floor running. I can't control it anymore than I can control the tide. I never wanted to.
These long legs and itchy feet have caused countless problems in my life. I could never be still for long. It's like I had too many lives to live in one lifetime. How can this be?
If I could, I would gather up everyone I know and put them in a gypsy wagon and take them with me. It doesn't matter that I can't because no one really wants to go anyway. Everyone I know is happy where they have planted themselves. How can this be? I have these long legs and itchy feet and can't be still in one place for longer than a year or two. Again, I ask myself, how can this be?
It's not that I don't want to stay or maybe it is but it seems that I can't stay. Circumstances and life choices seem to pull me in different directions. Most of the time I don't even know where I am going or where my choices will take me. But I get so excited just waiting to see my new directions. Someday and someday soon I truly hope my direction will take me home. I know it's out there somewhere and these long legs and itchy feet will take me there.
You are probably thinking that I am not happy where I am. Nothing could be further from the truth at this point in time. I am very happy and hope to stay where I am for awhile to come. It really has nothing to do with being happy where I am or not being happy where I am.
It's these long legs and itchy feet.
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