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July 10, 1987 - Image 50

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The Detroit Jewish News, 1987-07-10

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!FICTION I

BAG
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Tenting Tonight

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her demands, the sooner I
could get back to sleep.
Resigned, I agreed and hur-
ried out of my mosquito net.
I quickly pulled it down
before any more of those
creepy critters had a chance
to get in it.
I pulled on jeans and a
sweatshirt. There was no
point in stalling. I was as
ready as I'd ever be.
"Let's go," said Karen
leading the way. I grabbed
my flashlight and we ven-
tured out-into the dark black
night.
As scared as I was of the
dark, I was equally afraid of
getting caught. I pointed my
flashlight to the ground to
avoid being seen. Feeling
flutters in my chest, I stayed
shadow-close to Karen as we
made our way through the
woods and up the path•to the
boys' village. I was most
relieved to see the welcoming
lights of the boys' dining
room and find my way inside.
There, in all his glory, sat
Freddie, mildly surprised by
his four female visitors, but
flattered by the attention.
"You guys shouldn't be
here," he said. "Have a
cookie," he offered, extending
the box in his hand. "Want
some bug juice?"
"Sure," we chorused, wat-
ching Karen bat her
eyelashes, posing like
Marilyn Monroe.
Freddie poured the punch
into paper cups and we each
took a glass. Sticking his
thumbs in the waist of his
skin tight jeans he said, "You
guys will catch hell if you get
caught up here. I appreciate
the company, but if I let you
stay my butt is on the line.
You better start heading
back."
Karen, of . course, could
have stayed all night, but the
rest of us were eager to go.
Even though I was reluctant
to leave the safety of the din-
ing room, I was eager to
return to my tent. I was
almost looking forward to the
company of my monster
mosquito.
Unfortunately, returning to
the girls' village meant a
return trip through the
woods. Once again I faced the
dark. I tried to be brave.
Somehow, the distance back
seemed longer, the night
seemed darker, the woods
seemed eerier. My knees
were trembling. I could hear
my heart pounding. I broke
out in hives and itched all
over. The branch of a tree
brushed my face and I almost
had a heart attack. I scream-
ed and waved my arms fran-
tically as I tried to fight off
whatever demon was attack-
ing me.

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"Be quiet," they hissed,
"The whole world can hear
you." I shut my mouth and
walked as close to Karen as
was humanly possible.
About halfway home we
saw flashlights coming
towards us. If we kept going
we'd be caught for sure.
"Trouble," said Karen.
"Hide." Before I had a chance
to think, they all scattered
from the path. There I was, in
the pitch black night, deep in
the woods, alone except for
the snakes, bears, wolves,
rapists and madmen that I
knew were waiting to get me.
Oh God, I thought, get me
out of here and I promise I'll
never kill another mosquito..
Sweet Jesus, help me. (It was
a Jewish camp but I'd take all
the help I could get.)
The flashlights moved
closer. Practically frozen with
fear, I couldn't just stand
there. I had to make my way
back to the village and the
safety of my tent. Totally

Panic stricken, I
made my way
without looking at
the ground. All I
could think of
was getting back
to the security of
my cot.

hysterical, I ran towards the
village.
A new fear flashed through
my mind. What would they
do if they caught us? For sure
we would get expelled from
camp. I could just see the look
on my mother's face. Her
daughter, the delinquent. "I
hate you, Karen," I said
through clenched teeth.
Panic stricken, I made my
way without looking at the
ground. All I could think of
was getting back to the
security of my cot. But to my
incredible horror my foot got
caught in a hole, and down I
went. Dizzy with fear, I
wanted to die on the spot.
At the same moment I was
falling into the hole, Harriet
was running right into a
counselor.
"Whoever is out there bet-
ter come over here right
now," said the extremely
agitated adult voice, "before
you get in deeper trouble."
Relief of help outweighed
my fear of reprisal. "Help," 1--
cried, caught in my hole. "I'm
over here." Unbelieveably
nauseous, I wanted to throw
up. I wanted my mother. I
wanted to get the hell out of
the woods. But at least it
wasn't me they found first.
Karen would never have let
me live that down:

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