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Good morning,
Hearing your topic, I was reminded of a time during my childhood that I spent homeless. My Mother, not having a place to take my brother and I, took us to a camp ground and told us we were "camping" for the summer. It wasn't until years later that I realized other people who camp don't wash their clothes on the rocks in the river, and exist on poached venison. My strongest memory was of wanting to have a hamburger, or really anything that wasn't venison. ^^
I have mixed feelings about that time in my life. I am impressed with her resourcefulness and the protection we received from the homeless stigma because of that, but also, I feel a bit deceived that she didn't just tell us what was going on. Everyone else that came and went in the camp ground knew, but my brother and I were just oblivious.

posted 5 years ago
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