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Thursday, December 31, 2009
That One Night When I Stayed In Uncle Wilson's Tent
On one of our annual Lam Family camping trips I spent the night in Uncle Wilson’s tent with Sarah, Daniel and Allyson. I was probably around 12 years old. When I woke up I headed for the side of the tent where I thought the door was but I couldn’t find the zipper. After looking around for a while Uncle Wilson finally looked up and pointed out where the door actually was. With genuine sincerity I said, “Oh, you moved it,” and walked out the door.