by Mickey Hunt
Dad adopted me when I was a pup and we don’t look alike at
all, but no matter. He was single and kind of old for raising a baby, and not
the most responsible parent, either—I mean, he was okay until he . . . but I’ll
explain that situation in a minute.
Our friend Jake and his girl Sally would sit around the
campfire with us and tell stories. (I love being outdoors—all the
delicious smells!) Sometimes they’d be drunk and argue. I was too young to
remember it happening, but my favorite story was about my adoption...
I'm Not a Baby Anymore (726 words) was published at Rapid River Magazine and can be read HERE.
