I thought if I went somewhere where I didn't know anybody and they didn't know me I could start all over again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd been in a vicious cycle and circle of people and couldn't see my way out. So I picked myself up one day about 15 years ago and moved where I didn't know anyone.
I realized if I didn't start talking to my relatives, asking questions, thinking back to my own beginnings, there would come a time when those people wouldn't be around to help me look back and remember.
No one really knows me. People think they know me.
I think I'm at a place where I haven't really been encountered by anyone overtly strange. But people think they know me.
I meet so many people, but I don't know anybody.
It wasn't until the late '70s that a lot of people knew me.
Living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me.
People can never work out where they know me from. They just come up and chat with me like mates.
One thing about living in a small town, I knew everybody and everybody knew me.
I went to a pretty small school from the beginning all the way up, so I knew everyone, everyone knew me.