It was a glorious day at the camp I was at. It was comfortable enough, with the sunshine blazing in. it was free time, the only time in a day where all the kids could go do whatever they wanted to do. Freedom was such a glorious thing.

There were many attractions on the camp, including a swimming pool, archery, canoeing, blob jumping, horseback riding, dodgeball, and many other activities. Of all of these attractions, horseback riding was the most popular and required money as well as a form.

My father had turned in that form a little late (just before I boarded the bus to the camp), and had handed me $25.

When I had arrived at the camp, however, they would not accept my money because I did not have a form. This was absurd because my dad had turned it in. None-the-less, they didn’t let my go horseback riding.

I did argue a bit, but they repeatedly told me that there was nothing they could do without a form that I knew they had.

So that afternoon, when everyone else was horseback riding, I took a bath.

When everyone else was swimming in the heat, I went to the restroom, and also took a long nap in my bed.

And when everyone else trudged in and asked me where I was, I replied, “Here.”

As it turned out, one person had fallen off the horse and sprained an ankle so some other people didn’t want to ride a horse anymore. It was glad to know that at least there was no chance of getting hurt.

I did get some strange looks…