As you can imagine, we fight often. We fought two wars in my summers there, and now that I’m a counseler there I’m encouraging it. Odd, huh?

Anyway, back to then..

My friend and I were turning in circles, staring wide-eyed at the enclosing boys. I freaked out and bolted, trying to fight my way through the line. I was forced back. I yelled, for my own small force of five. But, they didn’t hear. Brianna and I were alone in this. Turning again, guess what happened?

The inevitable. We ran into each other.

Immediatley this set off the circle to laughing, and they laughed and laughed while we cried.

It had hurt. A teacher, one of my favorite teachers, came over to see what was wrong. We got ice and were allowed to stay inside for the rest of the outside time.

When my dad came to pick me up, I was allowed to go to work with him for the next day to keep from getting hurt or hurting someone else again.

But…

Next week was coming.

But I have to say, as I always will..

It’s inevitable.