On the last weekend before Labor Day Mitch and I borrowed my parents car to go camping at Warren Dunes State Park. For five dollars that year, one could camp on the parking lot (“ash-fault” the way Mitch said it), and so we pitched a tiny-dome tent and joined a sort-of weird community of St.
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This month struck me as I climbed out of a dizzy and wonderful summer. This summer I had participated in the restaging of The Seventh Dream at Flint Youth Theatre, attended the Reynold’s Young Writers Workshop in Granville, Ohio, came back just in time to see the Smashing Pumpkins in concert with my best friend, got a crush on a girl, took a trig class at Mott college, played Friend Hare in FYT’s version of Bambi, and started dating a 16-year old named Lori.
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One of those times I tend to look at historically (as I’ve also been reading about the Roman Republic and Empire this month):
I was absorbing the changes and developments of the last year, and gearing up for the powerful effects of the year to come.
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