Then the ground gave my back and shoulder that painful kiss. My shoulder was broken. This was Broken bone number 2 of 5. So, there are at least 5 more stories that I can continue to post. On that day it was occupied by about 100 happy campers but only three days before it had been the domain of a herd of melancholy cows.
Lets just say they left their mark.
We built a rather impressive and surprisingly effective dam from pebbles and miniture boulders before my aunt called us back for dinner. Now my cousins were always frustratingly good kids, and in retrospect I should have followed their example. I had not gone far when a fantastic multi-coloured stone caught my eye. I placed it carefully in my pocket, an intended gift for my mother. Now, as a kid i was farely independent and capable of dealing with such minor problems, but try as i might i could not free myself.