The picture is of the place where the high point of my life happened. I was eleven. It was a ball game. As far as I’m concerned, that’s the story of my life, right there.
My therapist says no. The story of my life has a beginning, a middle, and the end, which is whenever I’m thinking about my life story.
My birth and youth, with some parental backstory, that’s the beginning. School and marriage and kids and work, that’s the middle, up till now, which is the end. All I can say is, some story.
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Does writing excuse watching? 
That must have been some ball game to trump marriage, kids, and everything else that happens in one’s life.
well, his team won the ballgame. all the rest of it, not so much.
Those little youthful victories mean so much, they are the moments we remember. Loved this.
true for me. cheers.
How sad that the highest point in life comes at age 11, when you still have decades of life to enjoy. So sad.
hopefully with the proper help and support, he can discover other high points in his past, and create more in his future.
cheers.
One hopes. Sad way to live out a life.