Without a past can you have a future?

At age 16 she tried to get emancipated, at 18 she changed her name. at 21 she finally managed to leave her mother behind. But where she was going was still a mystery.

Virginia’s mom was a hippie in the 60’s stereotypical mold, a love child of love children. She traveled the country with her six kids, not knowing for sure who their fathers were. It never seemed an important fact. Each child conceived in the love of that moment. The kids all had names from the last thing Mom had seen just before going into labor. Virginia was born on Interstate 70, just east of the Ohio border. In other words, she was born in West Virginia. Between the Welcome to West Virginia sign and bridge over the Ohio River. Her siblings’ names were picked in the same manner. The sibling closest in age to her was a brother was born in Oklahoma, between the towns of Moore and Norman, however, lucky for him, the towns were listed in the reverse order on the sigh their mother saw. In order her sibling are Newton Altoona (I-80 Iowa), Knoxville Sweetwater (I-75 Tennessee), Gary Chicago (I-90 Illinois),   Kendall Crest (intersection in a small town in Nebraska, longest we lived in any one place), Norman then the woman formally known as West Virginia. Virginia had long held the belief that the nurses involved in typing up the birth certificates for her siblings had arranged the names so that they didn’t sound made up, which they were. Virginia’s nurses either did not care or believed in playing by the rules.