Today in Earth Science we were talking about lakes and some how we got on the topic of a lake that I used to have a camp at when I was little. That's when the memories came back...
The camp was small just one room, a kitchen and a bathroom... We were close to the lake I loved it there I was only 5 when we lost the camp but I remember it so clearly. But we lost the camp because my moms car needed to be fixed and we had no money so it was sold...
That camp was a peaceful place I don't remember much but what my mom has told me. All I actually remember was playing in the water and my mom chasing a chipmunk out of the camp.
My mom told me about how the week before the camp closed over a year or two after 9/11 she was on the beach talking to this guy... I was 3 or 4 I was playing in the water and I saw the man talking to her and I got out... I went up to him and apparently I said,
"Stay away from my mommy!"
Apparently it was adorable .-. But anywho.... I apparently slapped his leg while saying it... But he thought I was adorable and my mom told me he said.
"Aww she's so cute, hold on..." And he left and he didn't know what he would do next would affect me so much 10 or 11 years later...
He came back with this gray shirt and handed it to my mom.... Apparently he was starting to cry when he said.
"I wore this on 9/11 when I was called on the scene to help, I pulled my friends out of the tower many died that day... Give this to her when she is a teenager and is having a bad day and tell her I'm always thinking of her..."
I got that shirt about 2 years ago... She told me the story when she found the shirt in a box I smiled and now the shirt is in my dresser I keep it there it makes me happy and feel loved...
