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After Christmas, a teacher asked her young
pupils how they spent their
holiday away from school. One child wrote the
following:


We always used to spend the holidays with
Grandma and Grandpa. They used
to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got
mentally challenged and they moved to
Arizona. Now they live in a tin box, and
have rocks painted green to
look like grass.
They ride around on their golf carts and wear
name tags because they
don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked
center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all okay now. They play
games and do exercises
there, but they don't do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too,
but in it, they all jump up and down with
hats on, while they talk to
each other. I guess they don't know how to
swim.



At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a
little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out. They
go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there
cooks, they just eat out.
And, they eat the same thing every night,
early birds.

Some of the people can't get out past the man
in the dollhouse. The ones
who do get out bring food back to the wrecked
center and call it pot
luck.



My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his
life to earn his retardment
and says I should work hard so I can be
mentally challenged someday too. When I
earn my retardment, I want to be the man in
the dollhouse. Then I will
let people out so they can visit their
grandchildren