In 1952, the stork flew over Hamburg sounded a fog horn. Startled, he opened his beak and dropped me. I landed in the arms of my mother, who was quite surprised when they saw that I was a girl, because she had wanted a boy and even have a name: Peter Christian.
Thus it just a Petra Christina.

Despite all that had gone probably lost me a boy, my hair would not grow and bear little dress I did not like. Everyone who saw me said to my mother: "What a cute boy!" When I grew no tree was safe from me, I played cowboys and native Americans with the boys, or built in the largest mud creeks to swim there boats leave. Slowly I grew up but now the hair a little longer and with astonishment I found that I was actually female but. I started getting into creative things, drew, wrote my first story already with 12 and later, knitting sweaters for my children's pictures. The taking of photos was one of my favorite hobbies.

Poems flowed from my pen until 1997. Unfortunately, I have then saved on my homepage, so that most were lost when it was closed. Those who could save the I are now reading on this site.

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