These are the 'tents' that we slept in, which had at least five or six webs belonging to brown recluse spiders under each bed. We would also be sung to sleep by giant moon crickets right next to our faces. Wolf Spiders would make themself at home right above our heads. Daddy Long-Legs would venture into our 'tent' and hide in every little free space.
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This is us playing a card game, that we learned from a star scout, called EBS.
This is Brenden, one of my friends, in pioneering with me. We had crazy teacher who made us call him 'Ducky' and was obsessed with a plastic flamingo named Henry...
This... is Henry... we would steal him and tie a noose around his neck. We tried to tie him to a pole and eventually 'burn' him, but every time we started chanting, 'Sacrafice! Sacrafice!', we would get caught.
This is the Scorpion knife I bought from the trading post for twelve dollars. Now my collection of knives has grown to three.
