The Long Walk

About the first thing I remember was that I was in a place that is much like Crozet (close to the "cabin" I used to live in). Rasheed (from Papa John's) and I were there walking around after having driven there. We were kind of out in the woods, and I saw a buck with a decent sized rack of horns on him looking at us, so I tried to point it out to Rasheed, but he couldn't see it. I even got right up on his left side and pointed with my hand straight out in front of his face, and he still couldn't see any where I had pointed, although I could still see it standing there, only 50 or so feet away. Then more started showing up, and I think that this worried us or something, so we ended up going into this building-like cave to "wait it out" till they were gone.

While I was in there, I started looking around and realized that there were sheep around in there. At first I almost started to worry about that, too, especially when the man that owned the sheep showed up out of nowhere (kind of from behind a water trough is where he came from). He looked meek enough, but I was scared that he was going to do something to us. He then started doing something with the wool of the sheep and was telling me and mom (Rasheed became mom at some undetermined point) about it. We realized that he was a pretty good guy, especially when he offered to help show us the way out of the wooded area to get back home.

We walked out and through the woods and ended up along this road. I seem to remember thinking something about how many months it would take to get to where we were going (I don't think we were heading home any longer by this point), and that I wanted to say bye to Eric and Matthew (brothers) before we headed out.

So the next thing I know, I'm in this brightly lit (by indoor lighting, not by natural light) cream colored room. In the direction I was facing, there was a washing machine in the right corner of the room, and to it's left was a doorway that had a small flight of stairs going up and outside. I was over by the washing machine, and I knew that Eric and Matthew were taking a bath (physically, they seemed to be pretty young to me (maybe between 5 and 7 years old), but I knew that they were still older than that, even though they did also seem somewhat younger than they actually are).

I went closer to the washing machine, and Eric popped up. I reached over and gave him a kiss on the right cheek, and I started to cry because I was going to miss him. When I pulled back, he was crying, too. Then Matthew popped up to the right of Eric, and I did the same with him. After kissing Matthew's cheek and telling them that I was going to miss them a lot, I started walking off to go on the long walk with mom. I could still see them both standing up out of the washing machine with red and pouty faces.