Robbie Bale
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tracey
2. Being a new kid in town, I wasn't too familiar with any of the kids at the park. But I shouldn't have any problem adjusting and making new friends. My family is always moving around so I'm used to having to meet new people. My brother and I see these three kids playing on the playset. As kids, no one was as judgemental as they are today. So they had no problem with playing with random kids at the park. We asked them if they wanted to play tag and they immediately said yes. Oh, what fun we were having.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
3. Every park I’ve ever been to has had an area with picnic tables dedicated for eating. Cratey Park one as well. But it wasn’t used for those purposes. Motela was well known for its epidemic of magic potions. The rocky snow, to be exact. A group of people who loved to partake in the rocky snow, well let’s just say it took a hold on their lives. Homeless and not a care in the world. I later came to learn that that was “their” designated area. Us kids weren’t really supposed to be over there. But we still play near there anyways.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
4. Mom wasn’t too fond of the rocky snow users. She didn’t want us kids to be seeing that or being playing in the same area as them. She decided to take us home. And she had an attitude about it. I never understood why she was that bothered by it. I asked her if we could go back tomorrow. She said she’ll see about it. So it was just a waiting game. To see if she would say yes. She mostly likely would. I hope the kids we met are gonna be there tomorrow. I never even got their names.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
1. First couple of months in Motela went by fast. We did a lot of exploring in the city. One day, mom and dad decided to take us to the park. This park was well known around the city. Cratey Park was the name. Named after Jimmy Cratey, one of the founding fathers of Motela. We always drove past it on our way to the store. I would always see a bunch of people there. And during summer, it was always nice out. This was the case the day we went. Let’s play hide and go seek. Time to have fun.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
10. We decided to stay at a hotel for the rest of the night. We were going to pack everything back up and head on back to Motela. After a long night of consideration and thinking. I realized that there is nothing left for me in this town. Maybe it’s best for me to just move on. See the world. Try something new. I’m excited to see what Motela has in store for us. It’s really a hit or miss at this point. We drive the long 5 hour drive back to Motela and get ready to start our new life.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
9. This was the biggest let-down of the summer. I had plans for the school year. Plans to hang out with my friends. But this house really ruined my mood. And now that I think about it. We got everything we needed back in Motela with Dad. I came to the conclusion that this was not the move. I would take months to fix the house back up. And I don’t have time for that. I told Dad that we can just move too Motela for good. I guess it’s time to start a new life there. Bon voyage, my hometown.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
8. We pulled into the driveway and I was so relieved. Finally, we can get out of this car and relax. The grass in our yard was up to my knees. Our mailbox was about to explode from the amount of mail in it. No one had been mowing our yard for almost 3 months. We open the door and there are spider webs everywhere. An odor that wasn’t that pleasant. Someone had left the tap in the bathtub on before we left. The bathtub flooded and fell through the floor. I didn’t even want to know how long it would take to repair.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
6. Another hour into the drive and something crazy happened. Open road on the highway. The car is quiet and everything is moving like it was a few hours ago. I woke up from a food coma. And next thing I know, this red car next to us almost swerved off the road. The guy in the car was trying to pass us, so he sped up. I don’t know what happened in that little 2 seconds, but somehow he swerved and almost caused a huge crash. Good thing Dad is an excellent defensive driver. Only 1 more hour in this car.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
7. We finally got back to my hometown. It looks just how it did when we left. Pretty and serene little neighborhood. We stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Dinner for the night and whatever else we might need. I was so happy to be back in my old stomping grounds. I wonder when I’ll be able to see my friends again. I haven’t seen them all summer. They must’ve gotten into a lot of fun stuff while I was gone. Time to go see if my old room is still intact. I’m so tired from the drive.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
1. My dad is always moving. Some would call him a nomad. Life was like an endless video game for him. There was never a final boss. Always a new level to beat. A new mission to accomplish. As a kid, I never thought it was a bad thing moving around. I thought it was just a part of everyone’s life. On his new escapade, we stayed with him in Motela for the summer. Of course, I thought this was just a summer thing. I had no intention of staying there. But that all changed. Motela really started growing on me.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
2. After a summer break which felt like an eternity, the time to go back home snuck up on us. I don’t know why I was feeling reluctant to leave. I actually like Motela, but I had a life back home I wanted to get back to. But Dad came up with the prospect of us staying with him there for good instead.I couldn’t give him a straight up answer at that moment. But it didn’t sound like a terrible idea either. I still wanted to at least go back home and see if the spark was even still there.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
3. Packed all my bags and got ready for the trip back home. I took my time packing. I really wasn’t trying to leave Dad’s crib. Motela really had a lot of potential. I had met a few kids at the park. We immediately clicked and became friends. The hospitality that everyone in the town shows was really like the icing on the cake. Maybe this place was my final calling. What if back home wasn’t meant for me. I think I’ve picked up Dad’s nomadic ways. I finish packing and put my stuff in the car. Let’s hit the road.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
