And this was not my idea..." She paused for so long that I felt compelled to fill the gap, or I might never know what she had meant."What are you talk...ng about? What wasn't your idea?"Fresh tears started leaking from her emerald eyes, but she kept those eyes locked on mine. "M-m-my m-m-mother signed me up to be a camp counselor. I have to go away tomorrow." More sobbing followed this announcement, but I grabbed her shoulders before she could bury her face again."You have to go to camp? That's. " Theygrabbed my leash one more time and let me over to the other side of the room.They positioned me facing a direction, and then someone unlocked the padlockto my blindfold. They took the blindfold off and it took my eyes a little bitto adjust. I was finally going to be able to see what they had been doing tome, and as my eyes finally adjusted the image that greeted me in the mirrorwas…..a cheerleader?!? They had me dressed up like a cheerleader! Ilooked in the mirror up and down my body, and. I believe Tom Collingsworth knew that my intentions were altruistic, something we had in common.All in all, I felt good about the way my life was progressing. I was confident in my abilities, secure, and reasonably happy. My present day life held no resemblance to the expectations I had that July day in 1985 when I went home early. I was tempted to stand up and announce to the other passengers, "I'm Sammy Oldham and I've got the world by the tail."Neill Fenton met my flight and was anxious for. " Delighted to meet you sir. Overjoyed, enraptured, entranced! Are we ready? Yes! Good! In we go!" Wendy Wilco said as she motioned for us to enter the building.I followed the others into the building as the music of the band and the cheering of the crowd faded."Everyone please hang up your coats, scarves, canes, and etcetera and whatnot and so forth," Wilco said, pointing towards the coat hangers on the wall. "But do hurry; we have so much time and so little to see! Wait. Strike that. Reverse.