The hardest thing about secrets is having to keep them.  I’ve never wanted to talk so much as I do when I have a secret.  Now if you’re reading this and thinking, “I’ve told Andrew secrets before.  Has he told anyone?”  The answer is no.  I always keep other people’s secrets.  Its my own that I have a problem with.  For instance, about two months ago I spotted what I believed to be the perfect location for a secret get away.  I quietly thought about it as I continued to eye the spot, stopping by a couple times a week to check things out on it.  It seemed to be ideal: rarely visited, out of sight, right in the middle of everything [which, its the combination of these last two things that really made it awesome].

Although the only problem with a secret “fort” is no one else knows about it.  That’s why when boys are young [or 18 in my case] they form secret clubs so that their fort can still be a “secret” even though 6 of his friends know about it.  I however, being less practiced in secret clubs and forts, one day blurted it out to one of my friends as we went passed the spot.  

Now I think 4 or 5 people know, which isn’t bad at all, these 4 or 5 now make up my secret club.  The secret club of people who know where Andrew will hide out this Summer.

In closing,

Andrew Nemeth

P.S. Photo courtesy of someone else via flickr