The shower house was a joke, not clean, not private, and with two showers, two toilets, and 20 guys; crowded. The water was cold at first, and drained into the middle of the floor. So if you weren’t careful, your clean, dry clothes could become very wet, very fast.

Still, I was happy to see a toilet here. There are only port-o-johns near our campsite. I wasn’t the only one, nearly everyone wanted to use the thrones. Why would Mom send me to a place without indoor plumbing?

Boy Scout was right, we were informed there would be a swimming test. It wasn’t hard; swim across the pool. It was hot, so the water felt good.

The pool filled up quickly, except for four sunbathing girls. It was too crowded for me. I got out and sat against the fence and watched. A beach ball sailed past. I sat.

Then She came over. Why? What could possibly have attracted her to my rectangle of fencing?

She saw me, then threw the ball back in the pool. Oh, yeah, ball.
Then miraculously, she sat near me, and was silent.