In truth, I just needed a bit of space. Things have been a little weird of late, what with my Dad joining our Troop as a Scoutmaster, and sometimes I just have to take myself away to think and reset. So this afternoon I wandered off into the woods carrying my backpack. I had no idea where I was going, which is fairly dangerous, because when I get into that sort of mood, I can pretty easily lose track of where I am.
So, I stopped and, suddenly realizing that I was lost, and decided to crack open my compass. At that moment, I heard a rustle in the trees behind me. I found myself turning around really slowly, half-expecting to come face-to-face with a bear or something. I was surprised, but fairly relieved, to see Scoutmaster Patrick making his way towards me. To tell you the truth, I’ve been getting quite a vibe from him for a few weeks now. When I’m with Dad, I often see the fellow Scoutmaster looking across at us, sometimes really quizzically. I occasionally find it a bit disarming because it makes me wonder if he knows what’s going on.
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