Growing Up

When I was one and a half, I'd had enough and ran away from home.

I got a job working for Sears.

I liked working and making my own money. I ate a lot of cottage cheese. I stayed up often past midnight.

But something was missing.

One day I was walking home from Sears along the freeway, when I heard, "Psssst" from behind an abandoned tire. I looked behind the tire and met a scraggly armadillo, named Max. We had a lot in common because we were around the same size.

We decided to room together.

We played together every Friday on my day off. Max would curl up into a ball.  I would roll Max down a hill. Max would uncurl and then walk back up the hill to me.