MY SUMMER VACATION
We always used to spend the summer
holiday with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live here in a
big, brick house, but Grandpa got
retarded so they moved to
California and live in Palm Springs with a lot of other retarded
people. They live in a
condo-minimum and have rocks
painted green to look like grass.
They ride around on big tricycles and wear name tags because
they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a
wrecked center, but they must have
got it fixed because it is all right now. They play games and do
exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a
swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with
their hats on. I guess they don't know how to swim.
At their gate there is a tollhouse with a little old man sitting
in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out. Then they go cruising in their golf
carts. My grandma used to bake cookies and stuff, but I guess
she forgot how. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they
eat the same thing every night: Early Birds.
Some of the people can't get past the man in the tollhouse to go
out, so the ones who get out bring food back to the wrecked
center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says Grandpa worked all his life to earn his
and says I should work hard so I can be retarded one day, too.
When I earn my retardment I want to be the man in the doll
house. Then I will let people out so they can visit their
AMY Age 7
mother enters her daughter's bedroom and sees a letter over the bed.
With the worst premonition, she reads it, with trembling hands:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm
telling you that I eloped with my new boyfriend. I found real passion
and he is so nice, with all his piercings and tattoos and his big
motorcycle. But is not only that mom, I'm
pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be
very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many
more children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that
marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his
friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we
In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for
Ahmed to get better, he deserves it.
Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and
I know how to take care of myself. Some
day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.
it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to show you
that there are worse things in life than the school's report card
that's in my desk's drawer...I love you!
Copyright 2000 Claude Dern, All
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