Riding down the mountain in the cop car, away from my father and the goat herder life I had been living gave me an eerie feeling, but I was also excited. I had enjoyed many aspects of the mountains, especially my amazing tracker buddie, a Cocker Spaniel named Chelsea. I would miss my freedom, my dad, and living in the beautiful nature of Payson Canyon. I would NOT miss the goats, however, and would be grateful to drink cold cow’s milk from the fridge. I wondered what it would be like to live with another family, in a house, and go to school again. I would be starting school a couple of months into my 9th grade year.
As I walked away from my father without a word, leaving him lying on the picnic table, I felt a sense of freedom and pride, mixed with the fear and dread of not knowing how I’d survive without any help or resources.