How To Live Like a Gypsy
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How I Lived Like a Gypsy in a Truck Camper
Forshadowing of a future life or perhaps race memory of my family's past?
Who knows for whatever reason but I grew up in Southern Maine as close to a
"normal" kid as I could. I really tried to fit in but never could, quite. I was
well liked but people would always ask my family's ethnicity. "Well," I replied,
"I'm English." They would respond that I didn't look English. "My family came
from there," I'd say. "I'm only a third generation American."
Yet, somehow I had this little difference that I couldn't deny. One thing, I
lived in a tent when I finished high school. In Maine, it was pretty chilly and
after about 8 months, I packed up a few things and headed for California. Life
had too many rules there, however, and I began to see why some people spelled
it, "Kalifornia." So I returned
to Maine but the next winter made me seek a warmer place again, this time
Florida.
Forshadowing of a future life or perhaps race memory of my family's past?
Who knows for whatever reason but I grew up in Southern Maine as close to a
"normal" kid as I could. I really tried to fit in but never could, quite. I was
well liked but people would always ask my family's ethnicity. "Well," I replied,
"I'm English." They would respond that I didn't look English. "My family came
from there," I'd say. "I'm only a third generation American."
Yet, somehow I had this little difference that I couldn't deny. One thing, I
lived in a tent when I finished high school. In Maine, it was pretty chilly and
after about 8 months, I packed up a few things and headed for California. Life
had too many rules there, however, and I began to see why some people spelled
it, "Kalifornia." So I returned
to Maine but the next winter made me seek a warmer place again, this time
Florida.