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My Summer
Daydream
All summer I've dreamed of a
day so bright and warm, of the sun so high and yellow. I'd
be lieing on the sandy beach in our little fishcamp. There
would be no mosquitoes bothering me and no little kids
either. My mom and dad wouldn't be nagging at me to do the
dishes because they would already be done by one of my
sisters. My brother wouldn't be teasing me, because he'd be
in Marshall with his friends. The scenery would be so
peaceful, with all the birds singing in the willows. Every
now and then I'd see fish jumping in the river. Then, when
the sun went down I'd make a large bonfire with all my
sisters. We'd roast marshmallows and hot dogs. We'd all be
talking about girl stuff, guys, and not be arguing over
clothes and make-up. About an hour later, the moon would
come out and we'd look at all the stars and the northern
lights. As I watched a duck and its ducklings pass by in the
water, I would see the waves moving with a silent motion in
the moon's reflection.
In my daydream I can also
see some excitement. While we walked the cabin, my mom and
dad are outside. It is scary to see my dad
shotgun in his hands. They are listening to a bear in the
trees. My dad is walking slowly toward the sound. After five
very long seconds, we hear a gunshot. Then my dad comes out
of the trees smiling. He shot the bear in the
heart.
In my daydream I can also
hear a cub crying not far from where we're standing. All
night we look for the cub, and finally, we find the cub in a
hollow log. We put it in a gunny sack and bring it back to
our camp. Early that morning put the cub in our smokehouse
and feed it one Chum salmon. We're thinking of taming the
cub, and then when it's old enough letting it go in the
wilderness.
But my summer daydream ends
and I'm back to the same old mosquitoes and taking care of
little kids. If only dreams could come true.
By Angela
Kameroff
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Marshall
Cultural Atlas
