I am a Boxcar Child

I live in a mold/mouse laden apartment pieced together with random objects that I have collected from the streets or strikingly cheap at Flea Markets.  I share a literal 'bed' room with two other girls.  I am always seeking money making schemes and finding odd jobs and trying to find things to serve as functional objects in my life.  I am living the life I always fantasized as a third-grader when I obsessed over the Boxcar Children. 


I am a Boxcar Child fulfilling my childhood dreams. When do I become I real person?