What Am I? A Hobo Magnet?

....*creeper status*.....So yea, as of recently, I have taken to going on like 2 hour bikes rides in a place I call Hobo Land. It's an abandoned area behind a beach. There are trailers EVERYWHERE. Some inhabited, some not so much. Haha. Anyway, I was on my way out, when a random guy pulls up next to me in an old, beat up car, and proceeds to share with me some tips on the following:what skulls to find, what kind of bones are worth the most, how to clean them, and how much copper was worth when he was a kid. It was actually a nice thing. A lot of people do that and make a pretty penny too! But, anyhows,. I thanked him and continued on my way........haha...nice hobo...

Am I scared of old people? No. Am I scared of doing ANYTHING in front of people.....Yes. Pretty much. But, that being said, Sophie and I are planning on going to a, Seniors Center, or whatever you want to call it, and reading to some of them. No, I am nervous because I am  horrid, out-loud, reader. Granted, it prolly doesn't even matter because old people don't really care. Just as long as you are there and talk to them. All with a smile....

toodles