Trail Mix

It was difficult to sleep on my very first night, as I tried in vain to listen for the silence of nature.  This was my first trial out in the wild with no warning or stories to calm my fear inside.  Strangely,  the others in the tent perfectly sound asleep.  Again, my idle brain began to wander back home where I thought I left all my fears.  I am not a good gambler, therefore, my bet to move up a bunk from the ground floor did not pay off.  At night I was met by the puppet masters who were dangling images of daddy long legs (spiders).  Too terrified to scream or even gulp my eyes stayed glued to spiders who dared to perform for free.  I didn't want to be their audience, but they demanded my presence.  The glare from my blaring flashlight kept them alive and well, as they enjoyed the spotlight like actors on a stage from hell.  Interesting how they entertained my fears putting me slowly too sleep, unlike the counting of sheep.  The next day, I woke to the sound of the dining bell chiming.  Instantly, we grabbed our clothes onto our skin as some rolled out of their garments from bed.  Like military soldiers darting quickly into space we lined up for the breakfast march.  Camp began to settle slowly onto my bones living in the rural was not so bad after all.  As a skinny lanky kid with legs of straw the rations began to make a place on my bones.  While walking back to the camp site with the sun holding firmly onto our backs, my thoughts floated back to home, as if at any moment I would be walking back through the family's front door.