I used to go to a summer camp.
Which was really just a community camp at a nearby grade school.
Swimming… field games… listening to old records.
Boring shit.
The end of the summer camp was a watermelon hunt, with clues all over the schoolgrounds.
Kids running from place to place, all ending up at the softball diamond or the flagpole.
Me, I didn’t give a crap, because I hated watermelon.
I’d shout out the dumbest and wrongest answers to the clues.
I ended up tied to the flagpole.
As long as I didn’t have to eat that rancid watermelon.