Exuberant Laughter Makes One Feel Good
DEP prompt 51 of 52: “Are you your name?”
My mother gave me the name of Joyce Irene. I weighed five pounds. She was confined to bedrest for the latter part of her pregnancy. I don’t know why. There was a sister that was stillborn before me. My mother had no problems with future pregnancies. I can only surmise that my parents rejoiced over my healthy birth.
Joyce means joyous or rejoice. Irene stands for peace.
My childhood wasn’t spent under ideal loving conditions. I feared my mother’s mood swings. I learned there would be no cuddles from either parent. I received loving energy from my dog and cats. The forest of my mountain home nurtured me.
True to my name I was a curious child, full of energy, exploring the mysteries of nature. I couldn’t resist climbing trees or rock cliffs. My innate spirit danced with the delightful wonders that abounded in my woods. I was free to roam and learn about all facets of my world. I became an amateur naturalist.
My mother craved quiet and peaceful surroundings. My vivacious energy grated on her nerves. I learned to tiptoe in her presence and be quiet as a mouse. Teachers at school preferred rigid obedient behavior also. Adults in authority tried to quell my exuberant nature. My body wanted to move. I felt restrained…
