This is Byron Watts
And I’m currently at the second place that was named, that has my name in it that I’ve lived and I’d like to show you around a little bit.
This is one Continue reading What systems do you have to handle disappointments and pain?
This is Mr. Byron T Watts.
I’m standing outside of one of the first places I lived that contains my name in the title.
And I thought I’d introduce you Continue reading Early Memories help get ready to Take The Next Big Step
This is Byron Watts.
Today I’m standing by another building that I went to school at for one year.
This particular school was my High School year and I had some really interesting experiences here. One of them was my love of photography was enforced and encouraged. Mr. Anderson actually was the yearbook instructor Continue reading Take The Next Big Step begins in High School
This is Mr. Byron T Watts.
This time I’m gonna show you quickly the building as it is now this isn’t what it looked like when I was in school here but, this is where I attended the seventh grade of my educational upbringing and frankly, it was the worst year of my life as far as education goes.
This was a private school and this location was only here for a couple of years before it moved to the place where I eventually graduated. But, the reason Continue reading Education – seventh grade – Complications of Jr. High
This is Byron Watts again and today, this time
I’m going by one of the places I attended school for one year.
There’s a little bit of a story behind this one.
It’s also condemned and vacant now. It’s one of those places
where I should have been in school for two years except,
I was so scared to death when I heard Continue reading Education – eighth grade – fear of hazing made me change schools in Jr. High
This is Byron Watts. One of the interesting experiences that I’ve had growing up and throughout my life is living on or near railroad tracks almost my entire life. I suppose, I wonder, am I living on the right side of the tracks or not? This is one of those tracks that I spent a fair amount of time Continue reading Living on the right side of the tracks?
