Camping life
To cool and so mature to be 11 years old. When I was 11 years old people thought I was 16 I matured fast and had the cool teenager attitude to go with it I am sure. I kept my friendship with Brittany who was the prettiest girl in school and then we also made friends with Jenny who was the next prettiest girl in school. I was the ugly duckling for sure and just following them and started talking like them and trying to copy them as much as possible. They were cool and everyone wanted to be like them. Well hormones kicked in and they started getting boys attention and we all soon turned into being teenagers. We would go to the movies and all the boys would flock to them and try to impress them I was the 3rd wheel for sure. I was the "sister "they all liked me as soon as they got to know me but I wasn't liked the way these girls were liked. They had many boyfriends and started experimenting with boyfriends and to this day I am glad I was the ugly friend, and didn't get the attention like these girls got. They were boy crazy and got to serious with older boys.
My mom met another married man of course, but it was ok because he was trying to get a divorce so its ok to date him, these were my moms words not mine. Well my mom did wait and the divorce did happen and then my mom married Dave, oh Dave the places we will go with Dave!
Dave had a daughter that was a grade behind me in school but was the same age as I was, her name was Heidi. Heidi quickly became my best friend and we spent a lot of time together before our parents married each other. This was a good thing so I started spending more time with Heidi and less time with Brittany and Jenny.
When my mom married Dave we moved into his house with him and Heidi. Heidi's mom was a alcoholic and Heidi didn't like that so she stayed with her pothead dad. The house we lived in was actually owned by Daves parents but they let him live in it while he was getting his business up and going which by the way was like 20 years in the making and not very up and going, darn pot slowing things down a bit (sarcasm). After living in the house in Orem Dave had a dream that there was going to be a huge earth quake and the fault line was going be straight down the middle of our house we lived in and so it was a sign to move to southern Utah. Dave started getting into these groups that were against the government and would get together and talk about the government putting us in concentration camps, so we had to move to the desert where the government can not find us and away from the earthquake fault line that was going to happen that year, so we needed to leave ASAP.
Dave talked his mom into buying 5 acres of land out in the middle of no where and so they did, so we moved down to Toquerville Utah and lived in a tent. They first time we went down there to see our new place we pulled up to the desert and Dave said here is home! We asked were the house was and he said there isn't one yet he had plans to build a pyramid for a house, he believed pyramids gave you good energy in the morning so he had plans for a pyramid house. Well we had no place to pull in, it was all wild desert. We had to make a pathway to pull the blazer into the property so we did this by hand of course. We were Daves slaves he would give me two 5 gallon buckets and tell me to fill them with dirt and rocks and what we did was excavate the land by hand. We had to dig out big boulders by hand and move them to places so we could make it flat and then fill the space in with the smaller rocks and dirt. It was hard work in fact the hardest work I have ever done. I was getting pretty buff and would arm wrestle most the boys at school and win them. Well my mom would get sick of driving us to school, it was a 20 minute drive to town and to school, so they talked with the busing company and made a deal that if we could make a area for the bus to turn around then they would provide a bus for us to go to school. So again we had to excavate the land and make a big turn around for the bus. My sister Heidi and I probably was the only ones who really appreciated that bus turn around area, it was incredibly hard and lots of sweat and heat stroke happened. I was shocked that Dave allowed the bus or school to know where we lived, he didn't want anyone to know where we lived because the government will find us. So we were told if we ever got hurt to never call 911 to wait until our parents got there and could take us to the hospital because no one could know were we lived. So we kept it secret. My sister Heidi and I shared a tent and my mom and step dad slept in a pyramid tent that Dave had invented. I had a agreement with Heidi that if a rattlesnake bites our butts while we are going to the bathroom outside that we would agree to suck the poison out of each others butt, boy was I glad that never had to happen! We would hear rattle snake at night and coyotes right next to our tent and I was pretty freaked out, no matter how bad I had to pee I just didn't give into it, so then we got inventive and started using buckets to do our duty in so we wouldn't have to go outside, this made life so much easier other then when we had clean up afterword's. My step dad Dave probably had enough of us complaining of the no toilet system so he talked his mom into buying a septic tank and of course Heidi and I would be the diggers! So we dug and dug and dug until we couldn't get out of the hole we made for the septic tank. One day it was enough and the tank went in and we dug a pathway for plumbing and put in plumbing to a camp trailer where we could use the toilet and flush (this was about 18 months of living without plumbing).
We would go to Toquerville springs and fill up our water containers and sometimes when it was cold we would go to the gas station in town and fill them up. I would pour a 2 gallon milk carton full of water over my hair in the morning so I looked clean and some mornings it was freezing!!! Oh I hated washing my hair in the winter. When the wind would blow too hard we would pack up and go to Mesquite Nevada to the casino and stay over night for 30 bucks and it was heaven on earth to have a shower and warm delicious breakfast at the restraint in the morning. We only did this when the wind was 50-60 mph.
My step dad Dave was a believer in Native American traditions and had us adopted into the tribe there in the area. We had native Americans come over and visit with us and they blessed our land, we had the medicine man talking turtle was his name pray for us and give us our adopted Indian names. My Indian name was White Cloud, which means high above all and lets the sunshine in. I think he was high all the time. My sister Heidis name was Running Fawn, she was skinny and fast. I think my moms name was red feather. So we learned a few things from the native American tribe and even had some of them live with us on our land. They built a TP next to our tent and of course we got to learn how to build this. Heidi and I was in charge of scraping the bark off the wood so it was smooth, another job I hated! I didn't understand why we had to do all the work and didn't get to sleep in the TP? Well what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? ugh
My stepdad Dave was a pothead, he believed he was a down winder of the chemical bomb testing in his area of Utah and since he struggled with that he had to smoke weed 24-7. He was always high and would smoke it around us thinking we wouldn't notice the difference between the smell of a skunk and cigarette smoke. Well before I figured out he was a pothead, and that his tobacco smelt funny. He had us plant his pot plants all over the 5 acres and we would tag them with little red cloth like tags, this was a way to bless the plant was to tag them with the red cloth, it was Indian tradition was what we were told. Well after my mom divorced Dave she told me all about the special blessed bushes we planted.
Dave had this company called Mariah Power that he had been working on for 20 years building a wind mill and generator to make power. He had spent lots of his parents money on this investment that they believed in. Well when we moved to southern Utah we had to build him a giant shop so he could work on these windmills. So I learned how to pour concrete and smooth it out and finish it, I had to climb the top of the beams and walk across them to drill holes for the metal. It was very high and scary and so glad I got that job, ugh thank goodness Heavenly Father had a plan for me and didn't let me fall to my death. I worked hard and I was strong and I hated every minute of it. So we got the shop up and then plumbing was in so we had to plumb up to the shop and then once we had plumbing my mom and Dave divorced, what the heck? We still didn't have running water, just a septic tank. We would have to dump water in if we wanted to flush.
I really didn't like Dave but to this day I use his stupid quotes he would always say to me and Heidi and I would roll my eyes and feel like I should punch him in the face. Some things he would say was kill them with kindness, and this is the great rocky mountains always grab a coat (even when it was hot outside) ugh! The good thing about living in a tent and the marriage between the 2 of them is that I have never lived in a consistent place for 2 years, and unfortunately it was a tent! Well you get what you get and you don't throw a fit unless your 11 years old and have a period out in the desert. I learned good habits of going to school everyday and working hard, I hated it then but now I can see the learning experience that I gained from this.
So Dave would make us watch these stupid videos of people talking about the government and there secret works and the camps that are already in place. When we moved to the desert in southern Utah my birthday gift for turning 12 was a AK47 and not marked or registered of course, because you know the government cant find out. So we drove for hours to the secret place to get some guns, Heidi and I had to hide in the back of the blazer while my mom and Dave went in the house to buy the guns, it was top secret and made me even more curious. I didn't get it, but I didn't care, Dave was a nut job and I gave up on understanding him. We learned to shoot guns so we could protect ourselves from the government. We could not go into the post offices because we would be tagged by the lasers as we walked in and it would put a laser chip in our brains and it was a tracking device for the government to track us. At this time the government started putting strips into the money and my step dad freaked out! They were tracking devices, so we had to take out all the strips out of the cash we had from my moms job and we would bury the money in the ground so it was protected and not tracked. It was hard spending our cash because the cashiers would always ask why our money had a tear in the side and don't have the chip, we would have to explain and it was so annoying. Thank goodness for small towns and they stopped asking after a while.
We would spend many hours driving around the mountain behind us that was on the way to zion national park. Dave was told that the government had a secret door into the mountain and we needed to find it. My question was what happens when we find it? I thought we were suppose to run from the bad guys not go find them? again what does a 12 year old girl know? So we would drive and drive and look for some magical door into the mountain, but never found it, darn it!
We were told that when the government comes to the schools to collect all the kids to look straight down and not to look them in the eye and walk out of the school very slow and not draw any attention to us, we were suppose to walk to a secret meeting spot that would take us days to get too. I flat out told Dave that if I had to walk that far then the government might as well take me because I have been in his concentration camp for a year and it cant be any worst then the government. He did not like that one bit and he said that's fine you can do that and the 3 of them would be free and not slaves. I don't think he liked me, and note to Dave I am your slave, what's the difference?
I had my fun too, I worked and saved up money to buy a 4 wheeler and tore the place up with my 4 wheeler. I had so much fun and I loved to "run away" from the Daves slave camp and just be free on my own with my own 4 wheeler he couldn't touch, well he touched it and used it as his own of course. I would spend the entire day exploring the desert on my 4 wheeler, it was the best.
Dave was stubborn, one day he got pulled over because he didn't license his vehicle, it was another government problem of course. He refused to give the police his SSN (which we were told the SSN are the devil and never to divulge this information to anyone, well when I got to college I had some serious anxiety because everyone there wanted me SSN, ahhh). So Dave was handcuffed and put in a cop car and Dave was fighting the officer and wouldn't shut up. I felt bad for the cop, he should of just let him go sense he was crazy. So my mom ended up secretly giving them Dave's SSN and they let him go after they got it, but he had some serious talking too by them and Dave refused to listen. It was always interesting when Dave was around.
Well Dave couldn't stay faithful, surprised? He cheated on his second wife with my mom and now he was cheating with his first wife while married to my mom. What a nut job and why would any woman be interested in him? gross! So my mom divorced Dave because he was cheating on her, not because we were all slaves to his cause, but the cheating just had to stop!
After they divorced Dave did build his pyramid house, I have never been on the inside and I am curious to see it but not curious enough to swing by and probably get shot because he has gone even more A-wall about the government and has signs up all over that says no trespassing the owner will shoot. So I didn't dare walk on his property without getting shot, because he is crazy enough to do it!
My mom met another married man of course, but it was ok because he was trying to get a divorce so its ok to date him, these were my moms words not mine. Well my mom did wait and the divorce did happen and then my mom married Dave, oh Dave the places we will go with Dave!
Dave had a daughter that was a grade behind me in school but was the same age as I was, her name was Heidi. Heidi quickly became my best friend and we spent a lot of time together before our parents married each other. This was a good thing so I started spending more time with Heidi and less time with Brittany and Jenny.
When my mom married Dave we moved into his house with him and Heidi. Heidi's mom was a alcoholic and Heidi didn't like that so she stayed with her pothead dad. The house we lived in was actually owned by Daves parents but they let him live in it while he was getting his business up and going which by the way was like 20 years in the making and not very up and going, darn pot slowing things down a bit (sarcasm). After living in the house in Orem Dave had a dream that there was going to be a huge earth quake and the fault line was going be straight down the middle of our house we lived in and so it was a sign to move to southern Utah. Dave started getting into these groups that were against the government and would get together and talk about the government putting us in concentration camps, so we had to move to the desert where the government can not find us and away from the earthquake fault line that was going to happen that year, so we needed to leave ASAP.
Dave talked his mom into buying 5 acres of land out in the middle of no where and so they did, so we moved down to Toquerville Utah and lived in a tent. They first time we went down there to see our new place we pulled up to the desert and Dave said here is home! We asked were the house was and he said there isn't one yet he had plans to build a pyramid for a house, he believed pyramids gave you good energy in the morning so he had plans for a pyramid house. Well we had no place to pull in, it was all wild desert. We had to make a pathway to pull the blazer into the property so we did this by hand of course. We were Daves slaves he would give me two 5 gallon buckets and tell me to fill them with dirt and rocks and what we did was excavate the land by hand. We had to dig out big boulders by hand and move them to places so we could make it flat and then fill the space in with the smaller rocks and dirt. It was hard work in fact the hardest work I have ever done. I was getting pretty buff and would arm wrestle most the boys at school and win them. Well my mom would get sick of driving us to school, it was a 20 minute drive to town and to school, so they talked with the busing company and made a deal that if we could make a area for the bus to turn around then they would provide a bus for us to go to school. So again we had to excavate the land and make a big turn around for the bus. My sister Heidi and I probably was the only ones who really appreciated that bus turn around area, it was incredibly hard and lots of sweat and heat stroke happened. I was shocked that Dave allowed the bus or school to know where we lived, he didn't want anyone to know where we lived because the government will find us. So we were told if we ever got hurt to never call 911 to wait until our parents got there and could take us to the hospital because no one could know were we lived. So we kept it secret. My sister Heidi and I shared a tent and my mom and step dad slept in a pyramid tent that Dave had invented. I had a agreement with Heidi that if a rattlesnake bites our butts while we are going to the bathroom outside that we would agree to suck the poison out of each others butt, boy was I glad that never had to happen! We would hear rattle snake at night and coyotes right next to our tent and I was pretty freaked out, no matter how bad I had to pee I just didn't give into it, so then we got inventive and started using buckets to do our duty in so we wouldn't have to go outside, this made life so much easier other then when we had clean up afterword's. My step dad Dave probably had enough of us complaining of the no toilet system so he talked his mom into buying a septic tank and of course Heidi and I would be the diggers! So we dug and dug and dug until we couldn't get out of the hole we made for the septic tank. One day it was enough and the tank went in and we dug a pathway for plumbing and put in plumbing to a camp trailer where we could use the toilet and flush (this was about 18 months of living without plumbing).
We would go to Toquerville springs and fill up our water containers and sometimes when it was cold we would go to the gas station in town and fill them up. I would pour a 2 gallon milk carton full of water over my hair in the morning so I looked clean and some mornings it was freezing!!! Oh I hated washing my hair in the winter. When the wind would blow too hard we would pack up and go to Mesquite Nevada to the casino and stay over night for 30 bucks and it was heaven on earth to have a shower and warm delicious breakfast at the restraint in the morning. We only did this when the wind was 50-60 mph.
My step dad Dave was a believer in Native American traditions and had us adopted into the tribe there in the area. We had native Americans come over and visit with us and they blessed our land, we had the medicine man talking turtle was his name pray for us and give us our adopted Indian names. My Indian name was White Cloud, which means high above all and lets the sunshine in. I think he was high all the time. My sister Heidis name was Running Fawn, she was skinny and fast. I think my moms name was red feather. So we learned a few things from the native American tribe and even had some of them live with us on our land. They built a TP next to our tent and of course we got to learn how to build this. Heidi and I was in charge of scraping the bark off the wood so it was smooth, another job I hated! I didn't understand why we had to do all the work and didn't get to sleep in the TP? Well what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? ugh
My stepdad Dave was a pothead, he believed he was a down winder of the chemical bomb testing in his area of Utah and since he struggled with that he had to smoke weed 24-7. He was always high and would smoke it around us thinking we wouldn't notice the difference between the smell of a skunk and cigarette smoke. Well before I figured out he was a pothead, and that his tobacco smelt funny. He had us plant his pot plants all over the 5 acres and we would tag them with little red cloth like tags, this was a way to bless the plant was to tag them with the red cloth, it was Indian tradition was what we were told. Well after my mom divorced Dave she told me all about the special blessed bushes we planted.
Dave had this company called Mariah Power that he had been working on for 20 years building a wind mill and generator to make power. He had spent lots of his parents money on this investment that they believed in. Well when we moved to southern Utah we had to build him a giant shop so he could work on these windmills. So I learned how to pour concrete and smooth it out and finish it, I had to climb the top of the beams and walk across them to drill holes for the metal. It was very high and scary and so glad I got that job, ugh thank goodness Heavenly Father had a plan for me and didn't let me fall to my death. I worked hard and I was strong and I hated every minute of it. So we got the shop up and then plumbing was in so we had to plumb up to the shop and then once we had plumbing my mom and Dave divorced, what the heck? We still didn't have running water, just a septic tank. We would have to dump water in if we wanted to flush.
I really didn't like Dave but to this day I use his stupid quotes he would always say to me and Heidi and I would roll my eyes and feel like I should punch him in the face. Some things he would say was kill them with kindness, and this is the great rocky mountains always grab a coat (even when it was hot outside) ugh! The good thing about living in a tent and the marriage between the 2 of them is that I have never lived in a consistent place for 2 years, and unfortunately it was a tent! Well you get what you get and you don't throw a fit unless your 11 years old and have a period out in the desert. I learned good habits of going to school everyday and working hard, I hated it then but now I can see the learning experience that I gained from this.
So Dave would make us watch these stupid videos of people talking about the government and there secret works and the camps that are already in place. When we moved to the desert in southern Utah my birthday gift for turning 12 was a AK47 and not marked or registered of course, because you know the government cant find out. So we drove for hours to the secret place to get some guns, Heidi and I had to hide in the back of the blazer while my mom and Dave went in the house to buy the guns, it was top secret and made me even more curious. I didn't get it, but I didn't care, Dave was a nut job and I gave up on understanding him. We learned to shoot guns so we could protect ourselves from the government. We could not go into the post offices because we would be tagged by the lasers as we walked in and it would put a laser chip in our brains and it was a tracking device for the government to track us. At this time the government started putting strips into the money and my step dad freaked out! They were tracking devices, so we had to take out all the strips out of the cash we had from my moms job and we would bury the money in the ground so it was protected and not tracked. It was hard spending our cash because the cashiers would always ask why our money had a tear in the side and don't have the chip, we would have to explain and it was so annoying. Thank goodness for small towns and they stopped asking after a while.
We would spend many hours driving around the mountain behind us that was on the way to zion national park. Dave was told that the government had a secret door into the mountain and we needed to find it. My question was what happens when we find it? I thought we were suppose to run from the bad guys not go find them? again what does a 12 year old girl know? So we would drive and drive and look for some magical door into the mountain, but never found it, darn it!
We were told that when the government comes to the schools to collect all the kids to look straight down and not to look them in the eye and walk out of the school very slow and not draw any attention to us, we were suppose to walk to a secret meeting spot that would take us days to get too. I flat out told Dave that if I had to walk that far then the government might as well take me because I have been in his concentration camp for a year and it cant be any worst then the government. He did not like that one bit and he said that's fine you can do that and the 3 of them would be free and not slaves. I don't think he liked me, and note to Dave I am your slave, what's the difference?
I had my fun too, I worked and saved up money to buy a 4 wheeler and tore the place up with my 4 wheeler. I had so much fun and I loved to "run away" from the Daves slave camp and just be free on my own with my own 4 wheeler he couldn't touch, well he touched it and used it as his own of course. I would spend the entire day exploring the desert on my 4 wheeler, it was the best.
Dave was stubborn, one day he got pulled over because he didn't license his vehicle, it was another government problem of course. He refused to give the police his SSN (which we were told the SSN are the devil and never to divulge this information to anyone, well when I got to college I had some serious anxiety because everyone there wanted me SSN, ahhh). So Dave was handcuffed and put in a cop car and Dave was fighting the officer and wouldn't shut up. I felt bad for the cop, he should of just let him go sense he was crazy. So my mom ended up secretly giving them Dave's SSN and they let him go after they got it, but he had some serious talking too by them and Dave refused to listen. It was always interesting when Dave was around.
Well Dave couldn't stay faithful, surprised? He cheated on his second wife with my mom and now he was cheating with his first wife while married to my mom. What a nut job and why would any woman be interested in him? gross! So my mom divorced Dave because he was cheating on her, not because we were all slaves to his cause, but the cheating just had to stop!
After they divorced Dave did build his pyramid house, I have never been on the inside and I am curious to see it but not curious enough to swing by and probably get shot because he has gone even more A-wall about the government and has signs up all over that says no trespassing the owner will shoot. So I didn't dare walk on his property without getting shot, because he is crazy enough to do it!
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