Follow the leader
I thought I was the leader, being older and more educted on all paths leading back to our family trailer at Pinery provincial park. One day we went for a hike. The route lead through Burley camp to Riverside camp over a few dunes to a path that went by the amphitheatre to our destination, the store. The store had the only thing our camp didn't have, candy. On the way the clouds grew dark like our expectations to make it back from the store without getting poured on. It was before cell phones, so we couldn't call dad to rescue us. I was going back to camp. I had a short cut but my brothers didn't want anything to do with it. My brother’s (not heeding my advice) took another route. I made back to the trailer before them and then the storm approached. The weather and my father. "Where are your brothers". He said. "They wouldn't follow me" I said. Suddenly, the rain starting pouring down like the lecture. The verbal thunder I recieved in the car matche...