Three surgeries and fourteen months of reconstruction and physical therapy later, and she had a clean bill of health from all of the Dr.’s involved.... “I want to see if I can still pitch.” Skye said quietly. “Nobody believes I can, except me. All I want is a chance, and everybody tells me I won’t be any good anymore.”She was clearly frustrated and on the verge of tears. I hated it when adults, who should know better, needlessly pissed on a kid’s dreams. Hell, all she wanted was a shot to see. ‘I’m sorry. Am I getting too close for comfort?’ ‘Oh,no!I’m the one that needsto apologize. I’m the one ruining a perfectly wonderful evening with all of my squirming around. It is just that I’m not used to this. Two weeks ago,I would have run in the other direction quicker than you could say boo. I was so scared to take a chance that I would just let the opportunities pass me by.’ At that moment, James grabbed Julie’s shoulders and looked her straight into her eyes. ‘ Stop! Stop apologizing. "He made me squirt lube on myself and rub it in, then he'd stick it in and have sex with me for a minute or so until he came in me." I said."That's it?!" Denice asked."Yeah that's it." I said while my eyes started to fill with tears, I wanted to cry."Aaawwww, don't be sad, it's ok, it's not your fault that your husband was such a selfish prick and a fucking piece of shit." Roberta said before she hugged me."Ex husband, ex. I'm not married to that abusive fucking asshole anymore." I said not. Since it’s a very harsh environment, people leave their c***dren at home. It sounded freaking great. I paid my registration online and arrived late on the first day (hauling enough water for yourself for six days is a chore). I got my four person tent set up, complete with studio, and got out to wander about midnight. This was no earthy-crunchy festival, there were neon lights of all kinds for artists and performers to promote themselves. I noticed that almost everyone was nude so I went back.