p When I was very young and began to wonder about the world, I tried to answer the question, Who are you My early answer was, I am a child of God. When asked my name, I stated factually, Barrow. I knew that's where I came from, the house I lived in and that's who I belonged to. I did not answer, Shirley. That name did not seem to belong to anyone else, but a stranger who did not accept my Sunday School answer, would know who I was if I answered Barrow. My family was right there with me living proof of my identity. pp Years can be spent trying to know who you really are, not just what family and society dictate. Many years of experiences with neighbors, friends, and workmates complete a pleasing picture that was not easily seen in youth. The author invites the reader to share her journey and perhaps compare and consider their own unique quest of identity. pp As a young one the author chose to consider herself an Earl. This identity originated from her mother's playful naming of their hu