part one part two part three part four part five Part Six part seven part Eight Part Nine Part ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Summer. It used to be fun. That was when I had Savanna, before her Mom got a job and she went to camp all summer, and I could move without being in agony. (Just pain) I had written everything, done everything there was to do without having other people around. (Mom was at work, Savanna was at camp, my sisters were at classes, I didn’t have any pets.) Then I got an idea. We had a woods behind our house. I would go on a hike, and be home before anyone noticed. I went outside and started my hike. As soon as I crossed the bridge it was a wonderland. Huge trees, adventure everywhere. A log twice as tall as I was. A very tall tree that was thinner than me. I balanced on a log, trying to stay on. A breeze came on. I must not be very good at balancing, because I went…..
CLONK! All the way down the hill. As soon as I stopped tumbling I pushed myself up. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t get out. I lay there for hours, trying to get out but nothing worked. A couple hours later I heard Mom calling. “JOY!” I screamed till I had no voice left. Soon though, Faith tumbled down to meet me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I don’t remember much of the way back, as it was all blurry, but I do remember one thing.
“Joy, you can’t be home alone anymore. I am afraid you will hurt yourself. I am sending you to camp.” I probably protested, but it was settled. I was going to camp. After I recovered from this hike.