Memoir: My First Hitchhiking Experience

Memoir: My First Hitchhiking Experience

Today’s Intentional Transformation: Don’t take life so seriously. Be lighthearted.

Dear Diary and Friends,

The year was 1986, I was 16 years old and full of sass. I looked very young and innocent for my age, that helped me get away with things that other kids usually didn’t get away with. I wanted to live life on my terms and was sick of following all the rules. I was a sophomore and Boise High School. I did well in school academically but I couldn’t stand most of the other students.

One warm fall day I decided to leave school during the lunch hour. I just wanted to get away. I wanted freedom. I started walking west down state street, which is a busy commercial business road that eventually turns into highway 44. I thought about where I wanted to walk. Since I was already headed that direction I concluded that I would walk to a small town 30 miles outside of Boise called Middleton. I had lived there from ages 11 to 13 and I had loved it there. I still had friends there and figured I would visit them when I got there. I hadn’t thought about how long it would take me to walk there and I didn’t really care. I also hadn’t thought about the 1/2 size too small jelly shoes I was wearing and the fact that I was already starting to get blisters from them. It was a warm fall day and I had on a black sweater dress that fell just above my knees.

I was walking along at a good pace when a red truck pulled up to the corner in front of me. As I walked in front of the truck a heavy man with greying red hair rolled down his window and asked if I needed a ride. I told him I was going to Middleton. He said he would give me a ride there. So despite being told to never get into a car with a stranger, I got in.

On the drive, he asked me about my life. How old I was, where I went to school, why I was going to Middleton, etc. I didn’t feel scared of him in any way  and answered all his questions. He told me he had a daughter my age and talked about her some. Then he told me he would give me $50 if I had sex with him. I told him no. Then he said since I was so young and pretty he would give me $100. Again I said no. There was no way I wanted to have sex with this guy no matter how much money he offered me. He was the same age as my dad and in my mind that was just gross.

After my 2nd refusal, the guy pulled over and told me to get out. I was more than happy to get out. He drove off and I continued walking to Middleton. I was only about 3 miles away. When I arrived in the town I waited outside the high school until school was out. Then I found my friend Donna and we went to a guys house named Kelly. He was friends with my ex boyfriend Duane, who I still liked but we lived too far apart to really date. Both him and Duane were there. We all smoked some weed. Duane was working on a car. I sat and watched him, crushing on his cuteness.  Then it started to get dark and Kelly offered to drive me home.

When I arrived at home my mom asked where I had been. I told her I had been hanging out with friends. (She didn’t really pay much attention to what I was doing. She was busy with her new husband named Dick and I thought the name fit him well.) Then I went to my room and went to bed. The next day at school I forged a note from my mom saying I had gone home sick the day before. My mom never knew I had run off to Middleton, hitchhiking on the way. Was I lucky I didn’t get raped or killed? Yes! Did I ever chance it again. Yes, many times and I was lucky every time.

Breakfast: 16oz. celery, cucumber, watermelon rind juice. 48oz. Fresh OJ. Drank over 2 hours.

Lunch: A whole bunch of raw vegan spaghetti and some spinach.

Dinner: 3 romaine hearts, tomatoes, mushrooms and yellow pepper salad with lemon tahini dressing.

Snack: 2 homemade low fat oatmeal cookies.

I appreciate memories.

I appreciate my church family.

I appreciate a fun phone conversation with my sister.

I appreciate eating my delicious raw spaghetti at the church potluck. It got raving reviews from everyone.

I appreciate baths with Angel.

I appreciate house and pet sitting.

I appreciate good books.

I appreciate my eyes.

Thank you for being a part of my life.

I appreciate you!

Lightfully yours,

Victoria

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