The Magic Bridge is something Steph and I discovered whilst skipping last period sophomore year of high school. Well technically I wasn't skipping, if I remember right, I had last period free. It's a small simple plank bridge built over a stream in a field behind the Hayward's Ice Cream Shop out in the boondocks of Milford. It was peaceful, full of wild flowers and beautiful birds and trees. You couldn't hear any cars...just the silence of natural sounds, surrounding you. It was the perfect escape from life's frustrations. We continue still to this day to make our way back to the bridge as many times as possible, whenever we are in town.
Wednesday, March 16th, 2011.
We returned; Sammie, Steph and I Spent 4 hours running around in the fields, playing in the big mud puddles from the melting snow, lying on the bridge listening to the sounds around us and bathing in the new warmth of an early spring sun.
I needed that temporary peace desperately. I needed to escape the trauma my families life had become. Sometimes I am not strong enough to pick up the pieces and hold us together. The weight is becoming too heavy for me and I desperately wish that I could be happy and carefree like I was on the first day we ever set foot in this sacred place. I find that my walls are becoming more and more resistant to my will. My natural instincts are telling me to run, to save myself. I feel guilty for this and I feel guilty for not being strong enough. I feel guilty for not wanting to hold the pieces together. I want to escape because I feel trapped. I feel that I don't know where home is anymore.
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