We only had general ideas so we drove around to feel out the right location.
|Too marshy at this spot. Only my brother and my dad's wife even got out of the car here.|
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Growing up, we joked that I must belong to a different family.
My family was always late. I have many memories of waiting until it was a reasonable time to leave for school.
So when I could, I'd latch onto the other family, living next door.
Which was great, because my family was on a completely different schedule.
When we took a family road trip to Montana for my great grandmother's birthday, I spent about half the trip riding with my cousins because they were traveling on a timetable.
My family wanted to stop and check out ghost towns, have picnics, experience the countryside.
|There is a whole subset of family vacation photos taken while I was traveling with my cousins|
I wanted to leave on time, I didn't want to lollygag.
At Halloween, we couldn't ever buy costumes.
My dad always designed our homemade costumes.
I wanted things tidy, inconspicuous and normal.
I wanted to live in a suburb, eat at McDonald's in 15 minutes and have parents that watched 'Happy Days'.
My parents, and in particular my dad, had strong ideas about how we were going to live: we were building our own houses, living communally with another family in a rural, conservative town, we were weird and didn't even have a TV for four years.
My parents were preventing me from Living My Best Life....
--- to be continued...