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Attack of the Squirrel - Personal Experience

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Attack of the Squirrel

It was a summer day like any other, the sun’s warmth on my skin, slight breeze running through my hair. It felt like one of those days where everything was so nice, nothing could possibly go wrong.

I was currently in Chautauqua, NY for vacation. My family goes up every summer for two to three weeks. During the morning, the kids go in to the Boys and Girls Club, and then we meet for lunch. (Before we leave the house, my mom packs a big cooler full of sandwiches, snacks, and drinks. We would leave the cooler at the park and meet at lunch time to eat.) I always had a fun time at Boys and Girls Club, whether it was playing kickball, juggling, swimming, or sailing, I felt happy.

We were about two weeks in to the vacation. It was a Tuesday. I woke up late and I only had about 10 minutes to get ready before I left. I told my mom I wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and tied my hair back into a ponytail. And of course, all my favorite shirts were dirty, so I had to wear an ugly, puke green, LONG SLEEVED shirt. It’s summer, mind you. Two words-- pit stains.

We got in the car and just barely made it to Club on time. I explained to my group that I woke up late. They replied by telling me that today we were canoeing and running, literally the two worst activities in the entire program. This is going to be the worst day of my life. I was stuck with the most annoying kids during canoeing. We practically tipped the boat and they just yelled at each other the whole time. And do I even need to explain why running was horrible? I had a terrible morning, but I knew lunch would be good. I mean, what’s better than lunch?

As I rode my bike down to the park, my feet kept slipping and the pedals were slicing up my shins. But I didn’t mind, all I wanted was my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I ride up to our picnic table to see aluminum


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