Original Photo
This is the photo that I started with in making the junkyard chalk drawing. It's actually not a junk yard it's a photo taking in the very back of my yard as a kid. It looks really bad, but when I was younger it was like a paradise island. I could go there to escape my family and other things. It was great.I was always finding different things there too; bottles, coins, magazines and other lost stuff.
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Wow, it's like poor man's paradise. I went to a similar place: we rented a large farmhouse (cheap up there, you see) and there was a boarded-up garage that I was able to sneak into via the front doors.. if you pried one of the sides of the large wooden doors, I could squeeze in.
I found tons of stuff in there, because it was used by our landlord as a storage unit. Ha ha. But I spent many hours of many days in there until....
I took an acquaintance of mine, Denise, into the garage with me. I never should have, and honestly I was doubtful about it at the time but I really wanted to impress her into friendship. So, inside we went and sure enough Denise found a box of "no name" (generic brand) matches. Well we went underneath the garage, in the dead of winter, and this garage was up on beams and the support system left a hollow underground, which was full of water but frozen because of the cold(est temperatures in the world!!) so we sat there and I watched her ignite the books of matches (yes, books at a time) until she got bored of it.
It worked! She was impressed! (LOL) and so we spent the winter as little pyromaniacs under this garage. Well, the day came when Spring arrived and Denise decided she wanted to expand our harmless burning to the anthills that had exploded over the farmland beside my house.
I agreed, of course.
It was wild, watching the ants frantically trying to escape. Had I thought about anything but the fact that I was wasting a good lunch (you see, I used to eat ants), I would have felt bad for them.
Posted by: Eclipse | January 22, 2004 10:50 AM
So anyway (the LongWindedOneSays), just then this HUGE gust of wind picked up that burning anthill and threw it into a budding tree. That's all it took. One tree to the next, and the next, and I was racing into my house to scream "FIRE!" and "CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!" and then claim that I had absolutely NO IDEA how it started.
The firemen came, and although it seemed huge at the time, one fireman extinguished the flames with a single fire extinguisher. And it was over. And when they looked to investigate the cause, I was nowhere to be found.
The only person who knows this besides me and Denise, is my childhood boyfriend, Scott. And now you.
That was the end of my cozy retreat.
Posted by: Eclipse | January 22, 2004 10:53 AM
Your wrong....now everyone on the internet knows this story.
Posted by: Caffeine | January 22, 2004 01:27 PM
"And now you." = the internet.
Of all the things that could have been said about the story...
Posted by: Eclipse | January 22, 2004 04:00 PM
sorry, but I have very little time...studying and trying to write 2 essays this week...My responses will be short until I get used to going to school again. It was a very nice (and sad) story though.
Posted by: Caffeine | January 22, 2004 06:01 PM