I found the ring! I was one elated 7 year old. It was a pearl ring with a gold band, real gold!
I was at Camp Grey Rock. My counselor had everybody stop what they were doing to help look for the lost ring and whoever found it would get a toy.
Never got the toy.
So no wonder almost 50 years later I’m still a little bitter? That incident just laid the ground work for my basic value and belief structures.
Trust is pretty hard to come by.
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