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Jan. 10th, 2008 09:40 am So the boy woke me up this morning, I'm still trying to take advantage of not working. He called me to tell me he was going to stay after school to work on his photography. I love that he does that. He woke me up from a dream.
I think I was still working where I do now but for some reasons I was staying over at a campground instead of going home. When I would come home from work my campsite would always be a mess so I kept moving it. This happened a few times and on the last time I remember looking up and seeing all this stuff (mine and others) up in the trees. When I saw this, I knew that it wasn't malicious but only mischevious that the sites were being messed up.
I went home and the boy was living there alone. (I guess I thought this was okay). Additionally, I don't know how this came to be but a bunch of teenagers were also living there in hiding. I think I got this idea from the story about the people that built a small apartment in a mall. There were kids that seemed to range from like 3-16 years of age. I wasn't so mad that they were living in my house but that they weren't cleaning up after themselves. I also wanted them to hear my story of why I wasn't home consistently and etc. I think I was in the middle of telling them my story when the boy woke me up to reality with his phone call.
I think I was still working where I do now but for some reasons I was staying over at a campground instead of going home. When I would come home from work my campsite would always be a mess so I kept moving it. This happened a few times and on the last time I remember looking up and seeing all this stuff (mine and others) up in the trees. When I saw this, I knew that it wasn't malicious but only mischevious that the sites were being messed up.
I went home and the boy was living there alone. (I guess I thought this was okay). Additionally, I don't know how this came to be but a bunch of teenagers were also living there in hiding. I think I got this idea from the story about the people that built a small apartment in a mall. There were kids that seemed to range from like 3-16 years of age. I wasn't so mad that they were living in my house but that they weren't cleaning up after themselves. I also wanted them to hear my story of why I wasn't home consistently and etc. I think I was in the middle of telling them my story when the boy woke me up to reality with his phone call.