About a hundred and fifty years ago, when I was in my teens, I used to dream of a place that I would go to. It was a place where everybody was nice and there were no issues. The people were very peaceful, and looking back, I can see that if they looked like a man or a woman, they did not behave genderish. I used to get to this place by walking out into the woods and then climbing down into the ground at the spot where a huge tree had fallen and where it's roots had been, there was an entryway to this place.
I don't have a lot of specifics, but it was a very nice place and everybody was nice to me. For some reason, people drove horse pulled wagons that had square wheels.
I went there quite a bit and then less and less. One time I went there and it had been a while, This time I brought my class from school with me because I wanted to share this special place. This will sound trivial, but somehow a light bulb was broken by someone in the class. We had to leave and I was specifically told that I could no longer return to this little world.
When I am here at this web site, I feel like I am back in my world of odd little people where everybody is fun and good to each other. The rest of the world doesn't really matter so much while I am here. And, when I am back in the real everyday world, I have this place, the people I've met, our little on-line adventures, and our story's and struggles along with me. It makes me feel special.
I am a person who gets along with others fairly easily. I have friends and acquaintances in my life, some whom I really love immensely. But, it is here that I feel I really connect with others.
Thank you all.
