[Kätzchen]

I remember a camping trip that our family went on, one summer years ago: Our family met up with my dad's twin brother (and his wife, Mary) and we camped at a park that seemed very deep in the forest. Upon our arrival and after getting the tents set up and the camp fire going, the sun had already gone down and it was eerily quiet - but I could hear the roar of the surf of the ocean, even though it seemed far away, and I could hear the subtle noise of the forest, which permeated the atmosphere around our camp. Anyway, my dad and his twin brother, chief cooks for both of our families, were busy trying to cook something for all of us to eat. As I remember it, I didn't want to just hang around watching my brothers and my other sister re-enact every sibling dispute possible in their entire lives; so my mother's big idea, for me, was to suggest that I go walking around the path that encircled the park campsites. So I did just that; except I think I must have been walking for what seemed hours and during that walk around the campsite, I became terribly anxious about losing my sense of direction and where my family was because, as I remember it, my mother saw me in tears and according to her, after having walked past my own family for what seemed a thousand times, she came out and grabbed me by the arm as I was passing by my family again and I was so grateful that my mother did that! I thought I was lost forever and I was terribly hungry.