Hubby and I listened to Enya (orinocco river and Carribbean blue songs) on youtube and watched the superb videos, so beautiful. She was very unique and very beautiful was her career. At 14 or so I bought the same cd of hers as dad had bought. The lady at HMV commented that it was rare a daughter bought the same cd as her dad! :)

I will never ever know why I found my chidlhood so hard except that my mind was filled with hatred but also wonderful whimsical imagination and fairytales (I wrote at ayoung age). So my imagination was my refuge from my deeply fucked up mind about showing love to others. I ressented it and feared humilation all the time. This is what I seem to recall but it is 40 years ago so God knows how accurate it is a report on my consciousness at 7 years old.