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Do you have unanswered questions about your life? Family secrets too painful to reveal? This memoir uncovers the unimaginable- secrets untold come to light. Life in the Little Wooden House is a deeply touching and inspiring story, filled with victory and defeat. Struggle and hope. Love lost and new beginnings. Tragedy and joy. A captivating tale of one woman accounting her life through her childhood lens. 'As the outside world beckoned to me, I began my short journey through the birth canal, not even aware that I was coming hand first instead of head first, as if eager to grab ahold of the unknown that awaited me'. 'Moving was a part of her life, it was embedded in her DNA. Moving was necessary to create change; a chance to begin again.' 'She no longer needed to be Mrs. Timothy to feel secure or loved...' 'We press on, no matter how hard it was, knowing that the inevitable was about to happen. Soon there would be no holding back, no more pretenses, no more restrictions. We would break free from the walls that now contain us, break free to enjoy the simple pleasures that awaited us, believing that one day this simple but sometimes complex life would somehow mold and shape us into who we endeavour to become. Allowing us to dream big dreams and have wild imaginations despite our limitations. ' 'We did it for our school, showcasing the talents our teachers worked hard to cultivate. We did it for our tiny island home, small but bursting with potential and possibility; but most of all we did it for ourselves to show what we were really made of. Confidence oozed from our pores and we knew we could now move mountains. We could now slay the biggest giants in our path.' 'The only lights now visible are the twinkling stars and a beautiful full moon creating a shimmering path across the dark sea. As the boat slices through the water, like a sharp knife, we hear the sound of the waves calling out as it laps against the side of the boat and the bow dips in rhythm to its call.'
