Eleven Years Ago, in 1998...

This is the same day that we went camping at Pony Town, Ashe zipped herself up in a tent bag and scared herself half-witless because she couldn't get out and I laughed so much I almost peed myself right there and then, even though she was so mad she was spitting. I think it was partially relief because I couldn't find her anywhere, only hear her, and I had thought she had fallen into a pit somewhere. Seeing the tent bag sit up out of a pile of stuff on the ground, that was pretty funny, too.

This also means that in a week, it'll be 11 years since my mother got her way and jerked all three of them away from me, with me not seeing the youngest two for almost four years.