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Created on: May 28, 2008 Last Updated: June 09, 2008
i was getting to the stage where i was afraid to leave the house, i was scared of what might be out there, even though i lived in the countryside. the strange thing is, nothing had happened to me for me to be afraid, it had just been one of those things that grew over the years. One day i figured, that i would try and go outside into the garden, just to have a look around, it was a nice summer day so i thought it would be the perfect day.
i opened the door, the fresh air hit me like a rock in the face. i backed away at first, but then pushed myself on forward. i was going to do this! i took another step outside the door, walking alongside the house, with my hand not leaving the wall i managed to go into the front garden. it was a mess. i was horrified, and upset. i knew that something had to be done.
later that day, i called my friend, and asked him if he could get me some gardening tools, and some flower seeds. i was going to improve my garden.
later that day, i heard a knock at the door, i jumped with fright. edging slowly towards the door, i peered through the peep hole and saw my good friend standing there with an armful of gardening tools. i let him in. we sat and spoke for half an hour, i told him that i had managed to go outside and into the front garden. he looked so surprised, but relieved at the same time, he was happy, in fact delighted, that i had managed to get out of the house. he understood that i wanted to improve the state of my garden, and i wanted it to look beautiful!
i asked him if he would help me with it. of course he agreed and said that he was happy to help.
after we had spoke for a while longer, we both went outside again. i reached the door and paused, i felt the warm air on my skin, the breeze against my face, it was like i was dreaming, it felt so good. i stepped outside again, my heart beating faster than you could imagine, and slowly we both went to the front garden.
i told my friend all of what i wanted done to the garden, and asked what would be needed to achieve this. he told me that first of all we would have to dig out a little ditch around the hedge, so we could plant some flowers there. so that was what we did for the rest of the day, we dug out all the weeds and grass from underneath the hedge.
that was a lot of work for one day, so once we had finished, we wiped the sweat off of our brows, and made our way back inside the house.
i was still nervous, but my confidence was slowly growing, and my friend was being a lot of help and
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