The seventeen year drove his motorcycle to a performance he was in this evening, the teen girls convinced him he should be an actor in this play, and he was like a poor innocent animal being led to slaughter when he succumbed to their begging. He has put in probably a hundred hours of practice for this production, which is fine. Since we homeschool I just gave him credit for a drama class. Then I took the rest of the children to see the play, as a school field trip, and we all really enjoyed it, including the baby who surprisingly stared with wide eyed interest throughout the performance.

The problem arose after the performance when the actors decided to go to one of their homes to hang out and watch a movie. My son neglected to get the address of the home everyone was heading to, he just planned to follow a few of the others. He said the following was going well, until he realized the person he was following was going to WalMart instead of the party. So he decided to jump on the Interstate and catch up with the others. Only he thought he caught them, but it wasn’t them, and he began following the wrong car again.

It was about 10PM when he called to tell me he was lost. This isn’t the first time this has happened and previously I was able to talk him home. So I was hoping to be able to talk him home again only that wasn’t to be. He was also out of gas and he had already used the reserve tank on the motorcycle. He stopped at an intersection and gave me the street names, albeit a little incorrectly, but it turned out to be close enough. He told me he was at “Y” Avenue and it turned out to be “V” Avenue, luckily the streets go in alphabetical order and I passed “V” first and happened to see him. Well, I was kind of looking for him because I know he has Dyslexia. He was a little over thirty miles from home.
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Photo Credit Julia Fuller 2007