Friday
free write.
A:
As a child, my family loved to camp. Each memorial day we
would travel to northern Michigan in our camper with some friends. I loved all
of it. The fresh air, the water, the campfires, everything. “Come on!” I yell
to my cousin as she gingerly tests the water with the built in thermometer that
everyone seems to have in their big toe. “Its too cold!” She replies. Finally
her brother comes up behind her and shoves her into the lake. She was too cold
to yell at him. At dinner each night we could laugh and joke about the events
of the day. We laughed about my mom’s phobia of frogs as we bragged about the size
of the frogs we had caught that day. One
Memorial Day, on our way home, something very unexpected happened. We were driving along the highway when the tire blew out on our very large and heavy camper...
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