Stephen Oatley About Me Page at Helium

My passion is ...

Music

I know too much about ...

Everything

My parents always told me ...

that even sometimes, when things get rough, I am still better than my brothers!

My childhood ambition ...

to be a fireman/EMT

My favorite memory ...

reuniting with my family this past Thanksgiving

Why I write ...

Its a hobby and a stress reliever

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

MSNBC

My first job ...

Grocery Clerk at Hannafords

My best moment ...

has not happened yet

My inspiration ...

to be happy

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Self reflection: 119 of 151

I wake up, and I can feel the sun on my face coming through the branches. I hear the sounds of the cars and trucks passing on the road below me. I sat up and noticed that John, the young guy that I was squatting with had already awakened and left the squat. I liked this place, because there was plenty of room to stand up, while still remaining out of the sight of the cars and people below. I folded up my blanket, and headed out to the path that would lead me out to the road. As I walked along the path I noticed that most of the squatters had already headed out to the park. It must be late....
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