The Barn_(1)

I found myself alone in a world where there are billions of people, and in my house, were my parents, my sister, yet I was still alone in my world. No one understands me, they never did, nor did they really make an attempt to get to me as a person. Being fifteen is a very hard age to live through; I couldn’t wait until it was over and I was older, and out of school on my own. I played in the band, yes a band nerd maybe that is what my problem was, I could get lost very easily in my music and I always sort of did my own thing. The summer of 1983 was hot and boring as it always was out there on that farm. A person could find work in every corner if they wanted it. I was surrounded by uncles, grandparents, parents, sister and tons of cousins. But in the summer of 83 my aunt and uncle were having some of my aunts cousins over to stay with them. There was a girl Carrie, and Lonnie, she was a year younger than me, and he was a year older than I was. They pulled in the driveway in an old car with a rattling loud muffler. The girl got out; she was heavy set with her hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail. She pulled suitcases out of the backseat and struggled to carry them up to the trailer. Lonnie stepped out, his hair blowing back; he wore a tight pair of jeans and white t-shirt. My summer just started to get less boring when he stepped out of the car. I continued to watch from my bedroom window as he walked up the sidewalk to follow his sister.

Later that night, I went to my aunt and uncles house, I walked in to find Lonnie stretched out on the sofa, and Carrie was sitting with my aunt playing a dice game at the table. I walked in and flopped down in the nearest chair. Lonnie looked over at me, my aunt introduced us all. I sat watching television, not trying to look at him. He was extremely cute, and we were not related so I could indeed look at him all I wanted. He asked me how old I was, and I told him. We made some simple conversation, when he got up and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk.