Dad and the Prehistoric Skeeters. Part One After the divorce this was probably Dads first attempt to form a new bond, reinvent a new family, camping with our old church and his two youngest sons. It was idyllic. That first night a story was shared at the campfire about creature that lived deep in the woods that should no longer be with us. Of course we walking in the dark, running truthfully, just to let the words make their magic. My brother woke up the next morning barely able to see, his cheeks swelling nearly closing his eyes. The creature had found him. This was going to be the best camping trip ever.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 18:47:23 +0000