Saturday, September 18, 2010

Eighteen

Once upon a time, I turned eighteen














Then all I wanted to have a birthday picnic in a magical park














Then Liz and I decided to drive really far away from where we were supposed to go and use up most of her gas and meet nice, homeless people in Sperry.














Then we almost cried because we kept driving on one-way streets and couldn't find our way back, so we turned around and followed our bread crumbs all the way back to the park.













Then it was dark when we got there, but it was alright because all our friends were there waiting.

They were happy to see us.







And what fun we had at last.












And how we will take a really long time to grow up.

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