I was stuck in the system for the first 25 years of my life. Then, serendipitously, I lost my driver's license, wasn't in a relationship, and was living with my folks with no job, all at the same time. Plus, some dude in my Food Not Bombs group said he was going to the west coast to tree-sit, which I'd always wanted to do. So I went, too. I lived *free* (doing direct action, being transient, living with little more than what I could carry in a small backpack) for three of the most glorious years of my life. Then I met some dude, got knocked up, and now I'm back in the system, a single parent with a small child, and wondering how & when the fuck I can get back outta the system again. It really fuckin' sucks. I love my kid, but yeah . . . it REALLY fuckin' sucks! I've had a taste of freedom, and now I'm caged again. A caged animal.