Wednesday, January 28, 2004

So Alive

The spring semester of my junior year of HS I was sent back home to live with the parental units after screwing up the semester before. I had attended a college program for gifted individuals but instead of excelling further in academics – I discovered friends, boys, movies, butane lighters, head shops, and flannel. That spring, though, I decided that I couldn’t go back to the sheltered life anymore and had to break free. The night I left, a couple of my friends from the Whorde drove up and parked in the alleyway behind the house. I had to climb out of my sister’s window, because we had built a patio there a couple of summers before, and scaling that was easier than the straight drop from my window down a story. My sister pretended to be asleep with her cute little haircut and in her jammies. With the help of Cowboy, I made it down with a small bag of belongings and we escaped in a champagne colored American car. Leaving the neighborhood, I remember having to dodge the security guard since we left the headlights off. For some reason the two things that stuck out in my mind from that drive was this plaque on the dash that read “Don’t drive any faster than your guardian angel can fly” and the road sign “Ponder 2449”. That was just one of the times that I ran away from home. It made me feel so alive. I felt so free! Everything was soo new and delicious! I missed feeling like that.

I get that feeling every once in a while here. Sounds strange, but it’s true. It’s good to be free.

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