Memories by D.E. Berthiaume
I was 15, and remember it well;
Having laid in bed holding my breath waiting as my parents walk past my bedroom door. Their door creaks softly as it closes, click. Quickly springing into action, throwing my blanket off me and jump out of bed already fully dressed, taking two steps to slowly close my well-oiled door, turning the knob so that it closes without a click. Snatching my knapsack from the table beside my door turning around and soundlessly open my bedroom window, remove the screen, and drop it to the ground then proceed to climb out of the window and drop the remaining two feet or so to the ground.
Looking around then grab the bucket that is always next to the flower bed and use it to stand on and replace my screen, quickly returning it to it is exact spot and run off to the forest less than 10 meters to the east of me. Approaching the short handmade stone wall that borders the property and smiling, freedom comes to mind. Climbing over it and turning back east, following a path no one knows is there unless they already knew of it.
The smell of pine and dirt assault my nostrils pleases me and makes me smile while shivering slightly as the cool wind cuts through my t-shirt and causes goose pimples on my legs and arms. Following this dimly lit path nearly every night around this time remembering to walk silently across the forest floor like the hunters on the reservation showed me. Slowly my anger at my mother for hiding in the kitchen drinking her alcohol while her damn husband, my step father beat me fades away.
Wow, the time is flying, approaching the other short handmade stone wall, this one has 2 rows of barbed wire above it. Carefully lifting the bottom row of barbing climbing through the opening created careful not to snag myself on the fencing. Crap! My knapsack is stuck, yanking on it frees it from the fence but I lose my balance and cringe as I step on a branch and hear it snap loudly under my weight.
Holding my breath and standing there careful not to move a muscle I wait. Leaves and brush rustling not far from me, inhaling sharply and turn my head slowly I see a doe standing up from her hiding spot and run off. Waiting a moment longer and not hearing anything else, silently let out a small sigh of relief. At least nothing else was nearby, resuming the path once finally looking up and seeing the circle of trees with the familiar large flat rock at their center.
Examining the nearly perfect circle and muse, 'I don’t get it I have measured these trees and they form nearly a perfect circle around this rock'. Shrugging and walking towards the rock I climb up onto it and sit down dropping my knapsack next to me, opening it up and removing my pillow I place it where I judge my head to be and remove my pencils as well as a notebook covered in writing and doodle. Removing my moccasins then taking out my small deer hide blanket and placing it over my legs.
Laying back and looking up at the cathedral like foliage above me, smiling happily as the branches and leaves breakup the moonlight into shafts. 'Well Loretta won’t be here tonight, just as well I want to be alone.' settling in for an evening of writing until passing out into sleep.