“Whoever broke my tractor last night better admit it today… or I will find you.”

“Wow, Forrest must be really pissed. I’ve never even heard him talk before, and now he’s on the loudspeaker. Feel sorry for whoever did that!”

Oh shit.

Totally pissed I just chucked it on the floor and we all ran away. We’d been at camp about three days and last night was the official welcome party for the counselors before the kids arrived. I had quite a bit too much to drink, a lot too much in fact. When we got back to camp it seemed like a great idea to get up on the tractor and pretend to drive it. My new friend then decided she wanted a go so I stood up and got on the front part of the tractor. This is where things went wrong. I decided it would be a great idea to treat my three-day-old friends to a pole dance on the sticky up bit of the tractor, it was all going so well until I decided to try a tricky move and the pole snapped off clean in my hands.

I cried, and cried, and cried…

The next day at breakfast we all laughed about the night before and bonded over the hilarity of it all. Then the announcement was made and my face, and my heart, dropped to the floor.

Fuck. Shit. Bollocks.

I was shaking. Everyone was talking about how angry the handyman Forrest must’ve been to make the announcement. I ran off back to my bunk after breakfast wondering what to do. My friend Hannah who’d been the year before told me to just leave it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t know if anyone would dob me in and then I’d be in even more trouble. I ended up bawling crying in the bunk, my hands were shaking and I couldn’t concentrate so I decided to go and admit my heinous crime.

I was terrified and convinced they’d fire me and I’d have to go home just three days after I’d left.

By the time I found him in the woods I could barely speak.

“Forrest…. I’m (sniffle, cry) really….. (more crying, snot everywhere)…. sorry. I…. (more crying, you get the picture) I…. broke…….. your…….. tractor…..”

He just looked at me in absolute disgust.

“Well thank you for telling me.”

More looking me up and down in disgust.

“I’m surprised it was a girl. Go now.”

And off I scuttled. He hated me from thereon in.

Getting fired at camp in America

Only the whole summer to go

I was at camp working as an Evening Activities Coordinator, which meant for the next nine weeks I had to work closely with Forrest setting up the activities and taking them down again, every day. He had a unique way of saying ‘Victoria’, like he had to spit it out and every time I was around him my stomach was in knots.

The incident pretty much set up that summer at camp for me. Let’s just say, it wasn’t the time of my life like the year before.

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