WriteRight4Life, LLC: Teaser for Raising Mother Nature by Everett Mane & Marjorie Wise Sedlacek

“In our minds, the August heat turned the shade into a cool retreat as Ricky and I sat under a pavilion at the beach. Caesar’s Creek Lake was this prime teenage weekend hangout, considering we were a bunch of spoiled hillbillies hankering around Ohio. Our beach was a luxury most locals took advantage of weekly during nice summer days. The hot pavement had burned the bottoms of our feet while even walking such a short distance from Ricky’s car. We hopped over the sand in leaping motions to meet girls at first, but honestly, the intolerance of two sixteen-year-old boys had little luck. Sure, the food court was the one spot where girls our age gravitated. Given the heat index that day, we felt the scorch,” I tell you.

Ricky told me, “The umbrellas over on those tables will feel amazing if we dart now.” 

“Run,” I yelled, “damn the sun,” I repeated, and then said, “Run, Ricky Run!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “We definitely darted straight to our destination, and without looking back.” I was almost out of breath. Ricky slowed ten yards or less when approaching the counter. I slammed my hand down on a table with a thud sound. The overcrowding filled the area. I asked. Do you think these girls really want anything to do with us?”

Hmmm… Summers bring back vivid memories. I navigated a very mature social scene as a teenager, curious about the lifestyle my parents described as tolerant abusers. The friends or influencers I hung around with stayed motivated and interested in cars, music, and dating. Holding onto a job gave us access to popular cliques. We partied hard as teenagers. I had no idea who I was or where I would end up. Homelessness, as an introduction to adolescence, was never a fun experience.

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