When I first heard the word I was curious, so I followed the trail. I started talking to young people who seemed to be different in an intangible kind of way. I followed one. The trail led to a mansion, gated no less. Not being invisible I was finally spotted, looked over, and invited in.
Schlepkey, the name of the homeless children who gather in this mansion. They have taught themselves how to survive and thrive. They taught themselves and each other to grow food, prepare food, make furniture, clothing. They have educated themselves, each in their areas of interest through free classes on the internet and through self exploration and experimentation. Then they teach each other so they have rounded skill sets. They live in a state of natural joy and wonder when they are alone, among themselves.
Schlepkey, it’s the name of the children who possess a key to this mansion.