when we finally arrived on Mt. Harrison, and I have to say I couldn't have been happier to finally arrive. I wasn't just excited to see the new house we were going to live in (by then my mom had told me a little about the house she grew up in and the village of Mt. Harrison. From what I knew I gathered that the place was huge, or rather, the house was much larger than the two-bedroom ranch we had been forced to live in Alabama. He had also told me that it sat on six acres of our land and that the property backed more than thirty miles squares of state forest that were part of Letchworth State Park.) But I could have screamed if I had to. spend even another minute folded into that back seat. My ass had gone completely numb over seventy miles ago and I had to pee. On top of that, by the end of the trip, my stepfather Cade had started to smell like a rancid, rancid fart wrapped in a rotten skunk anus because he decided to skip a shower at the prestigious Trail-blazer Motor.