I was a kid, away at camp for a week and the "mean girls" decided I was "it." I finally called my dad to come and get me and he told me to keep my mouth shut and my head up and stick it out.
He came at the end of camp and on the way home, we turned onto a strange road, and arrived at a nice cabin, right on the lake! There was a rowboat there, and out we rowed, and caught a lot of pan fish. We went back to the cabin and had a feast and went home the next morning. Best and most magical wonderful fishing trip a little girl ever had! Thanks, Dad!
Karen Phelps Beckett
Grand Forks ND