I remember once when I was little, we went on vacation with Nicky and Katie. I couldn't have been older than four or five. We were camping somewhere, and I think I remember a green camper. And dinosaur gummies. And a Bugs Bunny colouring book which I coloured with some sort of paint.

And I know that sometime during this period, we all hiked Taughannock, and there was a pile of smelly orange dog shit on the trail. And so now whenever I hear the word 'Taughannock', I think of dog shit. And of Floe, and her pop can tops, on account of she was there as well.

I remember that there was a frightening daddy long leg monkey bars thing on the playground. It's facial expression disturbed me. It had creepy eyebrows.

I remember that Nicky had a big box of matchbox cars, and one was blue, and it might have been a truck. I thought it was the coolest thing ever because the little doors opened and closed, but Nikki wouldn't let me play with it, and this upset me.

My mother made me Pop Tarts while we were camping. They were either blueberry or strawberry. I can only remember the sprinkles stuck into the white frosting. They were blue and red and yellow, and they were so pretty. I must have eaten it, and then after I went to go and play with some big kids. They were throwing water balloons around on the pavement, and there were little bits of the tied up sections of balloons on the ground. I must have been running or something because I slipped on the water and fell and busted my lip open.

Today I ate a blueberry Pop Tart. The very last thing before I go.

The campground doesn't exist anymore. Neither do the water balloons, or the little girl.