Submitted December 8, 2005 by Lydia
I grew up in Presque Isle, Maine and spent most of my time in the surrounding towns such as Caribou, New Sweden, Limestone, Fort Fairfield, etc. Now I live in Boston, Ma. I cannot believe the difference. I have been here for a year and its nothing like home. In Maine no matter who's house you are at you feel like you're at home and down here it's like every body is a stranger even if they are friends. It's hard to trust people around here and it really makes me miss Maine. I didnt have the typical childhood though. For starters I'm black and that isn't something you see everyday up there. I dropped out of high school and ended up doing to Job Corps in Loring. Most people really looked down on that place (including me). I thought that was extreme living, but its nothing compared to here. Anywayz I wanted to tell you about my favorite summer in Maine.
I was with my 3 best firends we were inseperable. We would explore Caribou everyday even though we lived there for the last 15 years, we seemed to always find something new about it. One day we stumbled upon this concrete box in the middle of nowhere, and it became our clubhouse. We had such great memories there. First kisses, first broken bones. One thing that was a great pasttime for us was to make up why this box was here. It was in the middle of low grass with no other structures around and it seemed like it was a project that never got finished. We used to say it was haunted but that didnt stop us from going there. I haven't been back in quite a few years and I wonder what it looks like now.
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