My Backyard

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I love my backyard.

I have a beautiful garden, nicely cut grass, and just such lovely scenery.

I often go out there to relax and to escape the struggles of every day life. I don't know how, but whenever I enter my backyard, I feel like nothing even happened. I feel like I'm in a completely different world.

Then one day, I was devastated when I found out that me and my family had to move.

"NO!" I begged and pleaded my mother. "We can't!"

"Come on honey. We're just moving a little bit further down, not that far. We just need a bigger house, is all."

Anger slowly began to build up inside of me.

"NO! We are not moving, no matter what!" I blurted out.

My mother gave me a stupid look.

"But Marsha..."

"NO!" I shouted. "WE ARE NOT LEAVING THIS FUCKING HOUSE AND THAT'S FINAL!"

Of course, I wasn't able to convince my mother, and a few weeks later, we all settled in a huge ugly house on the other side of town.

"Isn't it beautiful, sweety?" my mother asked me.

"HELL NO!" I shouted.

"That's it Marsha. Your behavior is totally unnecessary. Perhaps you should go see a therapist." my mother said.

I was ready to fucking light the entire house on fire and escape back to MY old house to see MY backyard, but a few days later, I was trapped in this therapist's office.

"Good afternoon, Marsha," my therapist first told me.

I shrugged and said, "Good afternoon,"

"Your mother has been giving me lots of complaints about your social skills. What's the matter?"

"WHAT'S THE MATTER? I WAS FUCKING SEPARATED FROM MY ENTIRE LIFE, THAT'S WHAT!"

The therapist just nodded as if he had no personality at all.

"I MEAN!" I sighed. "We used to have this lovely backyard and..."

"You're feeling nostalgic about that?" the therapist interrupted.

What a dumbass.

"Yes, I'm feeling nostalgic! DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" I screamed.

The therapist chuckled.

"Well the solution to your problem is simple. You just need to take weekly drives by your old house,"

I frowned at him.

"And how does that help? I want to BE in my backyard again!"

"You'll see." the therapist added.

When I got home I was pissed. How was simply driving by my old house going to help me relieve my nostalgia. Oh well. I thought. I suppose I'll try.

"Mom! I'm going out for a bit!" I called.

My mom rushed downstairs with a worried look on her face.

"Um. Heh heh. Where are you going exactly?" she choked.

"I'm just going to drive by our old backyard. Won't be long," I said.

My mom swallowed hard.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," she said in a shaky voice.

"WHY THE HELL NOT?!?" I yelled.

"Because, um, you have a lot of chores to do!" she added.

I sighed.

"You know mom, sometimes I wonder if you're trying to hide anything from me."

Later that night, while everyone was asleep, I sneaked out of the house, got into my car and drove all the way back to my old house. I stopped in front of it, and looked through the fence at my old backyard. What I saw was disgusting.

My garden was completely destroyed, the grass was tall enough to reach my knees, and there was a lot of dirt patches everywhere. It was just disgusting for me. But what was worst of all was that I heard voices coming from the backyard. They sounded like they were saying, Why did you abandon us Marsha. Why?

Nervously, I opened the gate to my backyard and took a step inside, and I was surprised to see that my backyard was slowly turning back into its original form.

At first I was confused, almost creeped out. But then I realized what was going on! Oh, yes, I knew exactly what was going on!

My mother was trying to keep me away from my own kingdom!



Credited to MoMo6
Originally uploaded on February 5, 2012

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