Flashback 5 years. I’m seven and camping
“Come on Ross!” my best friend Alex Galetti had said. We were on a Cub Scout camping trip out in a national park. Our dads had sent us to gather firewood while they set up for dinner. As I ran towards him, the light drizzle that had been constant all day turned to bullets of water. We ran faster but being seven-year-old boys we loved being wet in the good ol’ outdoors and jumping in the quickly-developing mud puddles. As we ran and were close to camp, we saw the first bolt of lightning. Alex and I immediatly stopped.
“One Mississippi…two-” we said in unison as the thunder clapped and the rain poured. We screamed in excitement and ran on adreneline to camp. We dropped the wood on the dying fire and went over to the water.
“Hey get away from the river!” Mr. Galetti scolded.”Alex grab those fish and Ross bring the poles. As Alex obediently picked up the pail of fish and brought it to his father, I struggled with balencing the two small poles and the two big ones.