I was thinking today about how much I'd like to get out of town and go ona vacation. Most of my friends have done something this summer, but not me.
I know it's not going to happen, but all my wishing for a trip made me remember about the one time I did go on vacation. My aunt and uncle took me with their family to the beach. Even though I spent a lot of time on my own, it was a special time. I did a lot of thinking while I stared at the ocean and watched for dolphins. I was 13 years old, and it seems like I knew a lot more about what I wanted back then. Was it the vacation away from home? Maybe it was because I was away from the trouble in my house and wasn't upset while I was there.
I felt strong and happy, but now that face makes me sad. The best time I remember in my life didn't take place when I was with my folks, but when I got away from them.
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Many times getting out of our "normal" or routine environment, especially when there is more stress there than peace, can be a great source of comfort. As a child, I lived with(in) fear constantly! Sometimes it was real and other times it was just that, fear of what might or could happen. The only peace I can ever remember was when I found a way to "get away" so that the threat or source of pain did not have access to me.
Carly would be one who would probably do very well away from her mom. She is focused and strong underneath her troubles that seem many times to be outside her realm of control.
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