Postby sarwrductan » Tue Mar 15, 2011 11:01 am
I can remember being at home alone and tied up and gagged and blindfolded laying on my bed having fallen asleep like that after school, and my foster parents were outside on the porch coming in the door getting ready to send me out to help grandma in with the things she was carrying. I'd woke up hearing them talking and had like about two minutes to get untied, hide the stuff behind the bed against the wall,and get out there in the living room, just avoiding discovery by the time my mom made it in the hall to my room door. I fretted the whole night about my hidden stuff because grandma was staying in my room, and this grandma always found stuff that was hidden, but it was a close call and there's embarrassment that goes in there someplace
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble