I love my backyard.

I have a beautiful garden, nicely cut grass, and just such lovely scenery.

I often go out there to relax and to escape the struggles of every day life. I don't know how, but whenever I enter my backyard, I feel like nothing even happened. I feel like I'm in a completely different world.

Then one day, I was devastated when I found out that me and my family had to move.

"NO!" I begged and pleaded my mother. "We can't!"

"Come on honey. We're just moving a little bit further down. Not that far. We just need a bigger house, is all"

Anger slowly began to build up inside of me.

"NO! We are not moving no matter what!" I blurted out.

My mother gave me a stupid look.

"But Marsha..."


Of course, I wasn't able to convince my mother, and a few weeks later, we all settled in a huge ugly house on the other side of town.

"Isn't it beautiful sweety?" my mother asked me.

"HELL NO!" I shouted.

"That's it Marsha. Your behavior is totally unnecessary. Perhaps you should go see a therapist" my mother said.

I was ready to fucking light the entire house on fire and escape back to MY old house to see MY backyard, but a few days later, I was trapped in this therapist's office.

"Good afternoon, Marsha," my therapist first told me.

I shrugged and said, "Good afternoon".

"Your mother has been giving me lots of complaints about your social skills. What's the matter?"


The therapist just nodded as if he had no personality at all.

"I MEAN!" I sighed. "We used to have this lovely backyard and..."

"You're feeling nostalgic about that?" the therapist interrupted.

What a dumbass.

"Yes I'm feeling nostalgic! DON'T INTERRUPT ME!" I screamed.

The therapist chuckled.

"Well the solution to your problem is simple. You just need to take weekly drives by your old house"

I frowned at him.

"And how does that help? I want to BE in my backyard again!"

"You'll see" the therapist added.

When I got home I was pissed. How was simply driving by my old house going to help me relieve my nostalgia. Oh well I thought. I suppose I'll try.

"Mom! I'm going out for a bit!" I called.

My mom rushed downstairs with a worried look on her face.

"Um. Heh heh. Where are you going exactly?" she choked.

"I'm just going to drive by our old backyard. Won't be long," I said.

My mom swallowed hard.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," she said in a shaky voice.

"WHY THE HELL NOT?!?" I yelled.

"Because, um, you have a lot of chores to do!" she added.

I sighed.

"You know mom, sometimes I wonder if you're trying to hide anything from me."

Later that night, while everyone was asleep, I sneaked out of the house, got into my car and drove all the way back to my old house. I stopped in front of it, and looked through the fence at my old backyard. What I saw was disgusting.

My garden was completely destroyed, the grass was tall enough to reach my knees, and there was a lot of dirt patches everywhere. It was just disgusting for me. But what was worst of all was that I heard voices coming from the backyard. They sounded like they were saying, Why did you abandon us Marsha. Why?

Nervously, I opened the gate to my backyard and took a step inside, and I was surprised to see that my backyard was slowly turning back into its original form.

At first I was confused, almost creeped out. But then I realized what was going on! Oh yes, I knew exactly what was going on!

My mother was trying to keep me away from my own kingdom!

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