It had been so long since I had been home. I had escaped the protected world so long ago but now I found myself back, facing my past. Walking among the ruins and remains of the remote existence, I remember Papa making sure we knew how to survive. We survived Y2K without a problem, although he stood guard. We survived the twin towers, falling so far away. Then, things began to slowly slip away. One freedom after another was stripped from us. That’s when we moved to the wilderness. Many others joined us, living off the land, staying off the grid. We were taught that life would no longer be the same. We hid.
One day, I walked away from the remote trailer and slipped into society. I was lost at first, unaware of the modern technology…but I adapted. I learned. Then I realized. Papa was right.
This flash fiction is in response to the VisDare50.