Daily writing prompt

Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?

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To be honest, not really. My favourite place to be is at my home in my solitude. Throughout my life though, there was one place in particular I went for upwards of a week but sometimes only a weekend at a time. This place was called rotary and for those of you who do not know what that place is, it’s a respite facility for people with disabilities whose parents need a break every now and then. Each time I went there I was homesick and basically felt like I had no business being there. The food was awful. I met some people there I did not like and I also wished I was at home. The one thing that was passable about this place is that some of the female staff were hot. I know this is online and I have to be careful what I say but for this particular entry, I don’t care what people think. The greatest claim to fame that rotary had was the increased level of sexual attraction among it’s female staff. I haven’t seen most of these people since my childhood and most of them have likely reached middle age by now but in their younger years, they were real lookers. However, I can’t think of one time where my mother didn’t have to fight with me each time I was booked to go there. This is because there was none. From the first day I got there to when I went home, it was a constant fight. This fight initially started at the time when I was told I would be going for the following week, maybe even two weeks before I left. The point is that there never was a time when I just accepted going there despite the appearance of some of my friends at the time during my visit. Most of the time, the argument even carried into my actual visit as I would try to find reasons for being sent home early, (illness, homesickness,) ETC, which mom always downplayed as she forced me to stay for my full visit. This was however the case on a few separate occasions where my visit was cut short for reasons such as illness and a few days where mom decided to spare me and pick me up early. For the most part though, she was strict on me staying there for my whole visit as she felt I could make friends, (that never happened though.) At one point, she even suggested that the calls home from me while I was there would stop so that I would not feel the need or desire to want to go home early. No matter what mom tried to make my stay there fun and relaxing, it was never a place I enjoyed going. The problem was that even though mom knew this, she continuously insisted I go despite my pleas for her not to make me. This is not intended to be a cut up session for mom but as it relates to decisions she’s made that were supposedly in my best interest, I have to disagree in saying this was a good one. It was just more mileage for me to complain as I did not like to go. Once again I will say though that the women who worked in this place, (some of them anyway, not all,) were what I believe made my forced imprisonment in that jail like environment worth it. My last official stay at that place was in November 2010 at the age of 20 years old. I have only been back there one time since then and it was to visit some of my friends, (one of whom is married to my best friend,) when they were staying there for that week but I was not an official client there at that time. I have to say that this is one of the few things I don’t miss about my childhood….being forced to go there and one of the things that makes me happy to be an adult at this time in my life. Some 15 or 20 years later, I look back on my stays with rotary and this unfortunately nearly makes me gag when I remember I was forced to go there. However, there are also times when my memory of the female staff that worked there, well it causes me to rethink at least that aspect of having gone there all of those times as a child. Despite this, rotary will forever be seen as hell on earth for me despite the nice visual image I got from some of those people who worked there. I’m so glad I don’t have to go back though. I want to make one thing very clear. Though I did not agree with being sent there every other month or weekend, ETC, I hold nothing against mom for sending me there when she did, no matter how much of an argument it caused when I found out I was going. At the very least these days, I can rest with the comfort of knowing that my days inhabiting that hell hole are over. However, this is something I definitely will never forget.