I picked Keirsey up from school day, just like normal. I had no idea that today was FAR from normal. We had been home about 10 minutes when Brad announced he needed to run to the dump. Let me step back in time for second here... *starts music that signals "back in time" segment coming up* When I was Keirsey's age, we would take regular trips to the dump in Borger, Texas. I LOVED it. We owned horses and had 3 acres of land. Plenty of things would pile up and we would load down the horse trailer and take off. But why did I like going? Well, I felt rich, that's why. The very second our tires hit the dirt of the dump, LOADS of people would clamor onto the trailer and begin digging through our trash to take what they wanted. These people would sift through our TRASH to find things to TAKE HOME... as a child, this fascinated me. Might be why I like doing garage sales! *End "back in time" music to return to present day* I jumped at the chance to go with him. ...
Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's calm.