I watched the days of the calendar in anticipation of having a few months off to take that cross-country road trip to the Seattle Space Needle that I always wanted.  I dreamed about it every night for months.  When the last class of the semester let out that cool spring afternoon, my stomach fluttered with butterflies and bumblebees.

     Little did I know that I would be spending a majority of my summer riding in the pitch black trunk of a car underneath some dirty clothes.

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      Now I’m not saying that I didn’t have fun.  Sometimes I pretended that I was already at the Space Needle, only the Space Needle wasn’t a massive structure of steel human ingenuity – it was a rank pile of damp and dirty clothing.

      In the middle of July (I think), I found some loose change beneath a sock.  When I arranged the quarter, penny, and nickel just right, it was sort of like I was visiting Mt. Rushmore.  At one point, a heavy body was placed on top of me and I could look at this really neat tattoo of the Statue of Liberty on the body’s arm.  I took lots of imaginary pictures and laughed to myself.  I pretended to send a postcard home to Squirtle.  Boy, almost touring America’s monuments sure was exciting!

     Sometime after that, several policemen opened the trunk and threw everything, including myself and the dead body, onto the side of the highway as they searched the car for drugs and weapons.  Somehow, I was overlooked when they put it all back in. 

     So I spent a few weeks just laying there in the grass and weeds, soaking up some rays and looking at the scorching sun.  I saw a few paper cups and cigarettes fly by as they were tossed out of passing cars.  A friendly raccoon came and smelled me one night, but he left - looking for food, I guess.

     After a number of weeks, a group of prison highway workers came to visit me.  They were gathering trash and putting it in big black bags when one of them picked me up and laughed.  Suddenly, he smashed me onto the ground and a large portion of my plastic exterior shattered and broke off.

     That was pretty much the end of my vacation.  After all that excitement, I just decided to rest and go back to normal life at home.  I’m not sure if I’ll make it back home since now I’m in a big pile of junk at a landfill, but at least I can look back at that one wild summer and smile…

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