I followed with my own laugh.“Ow. Why did you make me laugh?” she said holding her head, “that really hurt.”“I am sorry, baby. Come here and...sit on my lap. I will rub your head to make it feel better,” I told her.She moved over to my lap and sat facing away from me. I moved her hair away slightly and started rubbing her temples in small circular motions applying a gentle pressure. I rubbed the back of her head with my thumbs at the same time. Slowly working my way in outward motions toward the. .problem.”“The problem,” the voice (or perhaps voices) continued in unison, “is that you are too easily shaped, remolded, altered. You are like a sheet of gold: beautiful but easily beaten and bent into whatever shape anyone else desires. Eventually, though, you will break, and then you will be of no use to anyone. We think that would be a shame.”Mallory’s bones tingled, and she felt perspiration rising from every pore, but she still had no reply.“So here is your chance to take advantage of. The teachers said that only five of us at the time could dress up. There were the following Costumes: *An Army Guy *A Cowboy *A Baker *A Fireman *A PrincessI was in the first group that got to dress up. The teachers told us to get up and run to the Costume we wanted to wear, whatever we picked was going to be the costume we were going to be in.I got up off the floor, and started to the Costumes, I wanted to be the Cowboy. As I was running, I tripped, and fell down. I was all right, but as I got. The place was really nice, by far the nicest in the park. Penny said, "My dad said that if we would have a small wedding, he would build us a house out here. He's a builder anyway. You know him, Tommy. I remember you coming out with your aunt all the time. He's the big guy who used to take all the boys on camping trips. He was the scoutmaster out here."I remembered him well. He was a great guy to have around, who spent a lot of time listening to boys, and helping them understand how to act.