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Memory of Date Rape

I lay flat on my back, trying not to move. Like a gazelle that just noticed an approaching lion. I want to bury my face in a pillow or say “no” but am frozen in mute fear of facing abuse. He is fifteen years older and I feel vulnerable.

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Ten Years of Travel

I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.