Tuesday, August 16, 1988

I am skipping a few days here. But remember, I am 11. Not much happens between Saturday and Tuesday.

Dear Diary,
I got back from my friend Tori's house about 10:00 this morning. We had fun. When I got home I found out that while I was gone everybody had to gone out to the camp ground yesterday. Lucy told me that Dax was there! I would have rather seen him than go to Tori's. What made me most depressed was that Lucy said Dax seemed to recognize them and came looking for me. ME! Lucy said he asked about me and she told him I wasn't with them. She said he looked sad when she told him that. Boy, I wish I could have gone with them!

Maybe I should try to clear up a few things as we go along here. Tori is a friend of mine from school. I will tell you more about Tori later. Lucy is my sister. She is two years younger than me. We were pretty good friends growing up besides a few ugly teen years. We are still very close today. Why was Dax still at camp you might ask? He spent a big portion of the summers with his sister and brother-in-law who lived on the camp grounds. His sister and her husband took care of maintenance of the grounds and helped run the different camp activities during the year. So there you have it; clear as mud. Boring, I know. But, you can't build a story without background information.