Just made it in from work, too tired to find my keys to the front gate so I went through the pond area and Camron met me at the entrance. He had good news. I am invited to a late night campfire that he is throwing for the neighborhood. Everyone is invited and he is sure everyone will be there. He already has the campfire pit built (a circle of rocks filled with perfectly aligned sticks), and wants me to tie a rope to the entrance sign so someone can do acrobatic tricks while the rest of us tell scary stories. He may be young but he can create an entertaining evening. The fly in the soup is, I will probably be the only one there. Everyone else is too old.
My whole family is almost completely anti-social. It would never enter our minds to invite people over, or accept an invitation to go somewhere. Where did this gregarious child come from?