MY
FRIEND FROM THE PAST
The
'trip of our dreams' was, in fact, our worst nightmare. Outdoor
adventures, while stimulating, may also disturb! Exhausted though I
was, nothing prepared for this revelation. If I possessed paranormal
knowledge, then maybe I could have avoided this shocking discovery.
Jumping into available experiences, never did I stop and wonder at
the implausability. Crazily, I leapt into every challenge at the West
Malvern centre with no fears. We dormed four in the castle wing:
Cookie, Crippsie and the new pupil, Tommy. We were best friends,
high-fiving on the king-swing, posing arm in arm for bushcraft
photos. Tommy even got me playing midnight-tag along corridors with
torches.
As
I heaved my travel bag up the driveway I asked Mr Warne why Tommy was
late. He stared quizzically and said, "John, you've given a name
to rucksack bear already?!" With horror, I turned to see Tommy
waving from the treehouse as I gazed from the departing coach window.
by
John Davies
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