Things I make up when my brain won't shut up! (I already told you to shut up, brain... no buts.)

The Thing

Okay, so this is a true story. Don't judge me, I was in the middle of the woods, at night, sleep deprived, and like, 10, soooo...

My mother signed me up for a wilderness survival camp for girl scouts. It was where they would teach us how to make fires, which was a horrible idea since most of us weren't allowed to touch matches for a reason (girl scouts are a bunch of pyromaniacs) and how to build a lean-to kind of things.

We practiced making a shelter out of tarps and bungee cords, and had fun sticking our 'borrowed' knives into random stuff. Along with fire safety and environmental safety. Stuff like "don't catch trees on fire, don't pet rabid squirrels, don't litter (which is important) and try not to die or kill each other".

At least that's what I heard. 4 out of 5 of the above was followed but you can probably guess which one was ignored. (If not, well, sorry)

Then the leaders let us roam free in the woods, where my group tried (and failed) to erect a makeshift shelter. We made a fire, acted like a group of unsupervised kids, and told really, really lame campfire stories. Then we went to sleep.

Of course I was the only one to wake up in the middle of the night.

I must be unlucky 'cuz I tripped on my shoe laces twice today, lost my ID, tripped on the stairs, dropped my book, and got sunburned...this is why I don't go outside...it's dangerous.

Anyyyyway, I woke up because it started raining, and I was on the outside of the tarp, and the others wouldn't freaking move over. I then couldn't sleep because my mind likes to freak me out and I started wondering what would happen if I got eaten by zombies or Bigfoot or whatever else live in the middle of nowhere.

So then, of course, my brain told me that there was a zombie standing in the clearing. And two hours later, I was still paralyzed with fear, unblinking, wondering if I should bash it's brains out with my water bottle. Of course, it was only a tree stump, but still. So now whenever I camp, I sleep in the middle, and with a knife under my pillow.