Amanda’s POV: I sprung up suddenly knife in hand. The weight in my arms and legs was still there, but the adrenaline flowing through my veins helped slightly. Jack jumped back looking startled and my heart jumped. A look overtook his face that I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t expected him to actually be afraid.
As I sat there for two days, I wondered what the house was going to look like, what the neighbors would be like, and how the schools were. I never had to think of these things before. Two days later, my parents came and picked me up. On the way to my new home, my parents explained that it was not like the house we previously lived in. That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters.
He told me, “The one living would be you and to hell.” he was pulling me by my arms wanting to get me out of the home. I was holding onto the door knob. I pleaded to him to please let me go as there were children present and were witnessing such debacle. My eldest son step forward and and told him to stop aggravating me my son was pushing him outside the home when he uttered that he would kill me. As this conundrum was happening his sister appeared and told me to lock the doors to the house and lock myself in a room with my children.
My mom didn't want me to see my father in prison. We communicated through phone calls. Five years later, he was released when I was 15 years old. By the time I reunited with him, I was 17; I had transformed from being a young, innocent girl to an uprising young female. This experience with my dad taught me that life isn’t always going to be
I did not fully understand his words back then. To me he was just an old man, sharing a piece of his heart, giving me a little part of himself and telling me. “Here, take this. It may help guide you someday.” Whether that was his intention I cannot say. “On a day like this, about 40 years ago, I met the girl of my dreams.
I believe everyone has a special place in their mind that they think about. I had such a place that made me happy a lot of times when I was growing up. Sometimes I wondered if I was the only person who liked that place as much as I did and I always ask myself if the place will be as I remember it when if I go back to visit it. I always saw people there, but always wonder if they appreciated it as much as I did. Some would walk through and some would have a picnic, others would stop and look for a while.
The workers had told about being split off intro groups, participating in the activities, and the schedules concerning lunch and when we would get to our cabins. Eventually, we all had gathered for our first activity; a game of tag and rock-paper-scissors (with a twist). Soon after, we had to get our supplies and finally go into our cabins. Since I’m a male, I had to go to the Boy’s Cabin. We set our stuff down and got ready to go off into our groups and begin the fun activities.