The Last Time I Checked, I was Still Here by Lark Griffing

Author:Lark Griffing
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9988719-0-5
Publisher: Wind Lark Publishing

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Amy

At ten o'clock at night, Amy zipped open the tent and crawled inside armed with her pajamas, slippers, library books, and a bottle of water. She quickly zipped the door closed, not wanting any bugs to come in and switched on the lantern that she had put in the tent previously. The glow of the lantern lit the dome of the tent making it feel like a cozy cocoon. The night was chilly, but not terribly cold. Feeling exposed, even though the flaps were zipped closed on the doors and windows, Amy quickly changed into her pajamas and snuggled down into the fluffy sleeping bag. The ground was surprisingly hard. She sat up and realized she didn't have anything to lean against to read her book. The tent walls certainly wouldn't support her weight. How the heck was she going to read comfortably? She sat cross-legged for a while, trying to get comfortable. She looked at all the pictures in her mom's backpacking book. One of her favorites was a couple of hikers laying in the sunshine on top of a mountain. She looked closer at the picture. Son of a gun, one of the hikers was leaning back against his backpack, using it as a prop. Amy shimmied out of her sleeping bag again, put on her slippers and trotted for the house. She grabbed her school backpack and stuffed it with clothes and went back outside. She stopped and stared at the tent in the backyard. No wonder she felt exposed when she changed into her pajamas. The lantern had lit the tent up and Amy could see the shadow of everything in the tent that was in front of the lantern. She imagined she provided a nice shadow show on the tent walls as she changed clothes. Luckily, vegetation surrounded Nana's backyard, so there was no one to see anything. In the future, she would need to remember to shut off the light before she changed clothes in the tent. She marveled at what she just thought... In the future. Obviously, deep down inside, she knew she was going to be doing this again.

Once again inside her snug cocoon, Amy arranged her backpack at the head of her sleeping bag, propped her pillow on top of it, snuggled on top of the sleeping bag and sighed. She was all set to read. She read several chapters in a newer how-to book about gear until she got bored. She didn't realize there was so much to know about walking off into the wilderness, and frankly, she didn't care. All the talk about this fabric versus that fabric was downright uninteresting. It was amazing the advancements the industry had made in stuff to take with you into the woods, but her mom had done it with things that would be laughed at today. And the people before had done it with even less. She wondered if her mom would have been interested in all this or would she have

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