Welcome to A Dreamer's Fiction! (Recently re-titled from "Wayra's Short Stories") Here, you will find a collection of short stories and happenings that I have written, weather recently, or quite some time ago. For this reason you will find that as...
My childhood was always filled with spontaneity and chaos. We never knew exactly what would be happening a week from then. I remember having to help pack the car with tents, sleeping bags, food, and other things several times a year, in preparation for a journey to a festival we would be spending anything from half a day to a week at. Each time we left our house in the hills to go somewhere, we'd go through the forest the road had been paved through. My dad expertly drove us through the narrow winding road, avoiding cars that would pass us, steep hill on one side, and a drop-down to death on the other, while my mom would be crocheting a beautiful wool jacket. She'd made one for each of us... It's pointless to try and describe to you exactly what they look like, but I'll just say- they made us look like warriors, my dad especially.
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*I couldn't find a picture of my mom's crocheted jacket*
When we finally got to our destination, we'd follow the festival helping hands instructions, and buy a parking ticket, then get in line to buy festival passes, after which the helping hands would put bright neon bracelets on my parents wrists, and a paper one on mine with my parents phone numbers on it, since I was a kid. I remember the excitement I felt when I was finally old enough to wear an adult bracelet. Thirteen or 14 was the age they'd give you a normal bracelet, since they assumed you were old enough to be able to walk around without your parents. After that we'd drive the car where we wanted to unload before returning to set up. We find a nice patch of grassy ground. If it's rocky, we move the biggest and most uncomfortable rocks out of the way, laying down the plastic that we'd build the tent on top of, the scorching summer sun beating down on us as we'd work. At some point we'd all help set up the Block Sun Shade Canopies over and around the tents, placing the reclinable chairs and hanging up the hippy cloths we have, successfully creating a nice shaded area for us to hang out in without worrying about slowly being melted away.
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