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I’m sitting in my canoe and I’m waiting for Hannah Young to jump. It really isn’t my canoe but I don’t tell Hannah Young that. Each time my tiny dinghy pitches or rolls, it seems like Hannah Young is taking small steps backwards towards the safety and comfort of her own camp site and family. I barely know how to steer this thing.

The sun is starting to go down and my undersized Boy Scout uniform is starting to itch, the almost plastic threads dig into my underarm. Tiny waterbugs glide across the darkening water and hidden crickets chirp and call. The sky is purple like orchids are and orange the way a Monarch is.

I’m looking at the impossibly high cliff that separates the K-M Boy Scout ranch and Hannah Young’s camp site. It seems to loom over this pond like a guardian, sheltering it from the eastern winds. Hannah is standing on top of the overhang and sizing the drop up.

“Hannah, it isn’t a far drop at all. I promise, it isn’t bad.â€? I lie.

“No, it’s impossibly high! I can’t do it. I can’t. No way. No.â€?

“Just look! It isn’t bad! Drop a rock down and see!â€?

Hannah’s grabbing a medium-sized dirt clump and lying on her stomach now, looking down the steep decline. She lets go of the hunk of earth and we both watch it fall. After what seems like a near eternity, it hits the pond and without much splash breaks into two pieces before sinking almost instantly.

“See! I can’t do it! I can’t!â€? She’s yelling now, frustrated with my stubbornness. She brushes her long and straight blonde hair behind her pointy ears in exasperation. Her hands are on her hips now and she’s looking down at me.

“Listen,â€? I say to her now. “If you just close your eyes and jump down here, I promise you’ll be okay. I promise you will be.â€?

Hannah Young is staring through me. Her white and yellow sundress moves with the breeze and her arms hold it now from billowing up. She’s turning back and walking away now. She isn’t stopping either. She disappears beyond the ridge.

I’m staring up now, for what seems like minutes. She isn’t coming back. Now defeated, I’m starting to paddle my way back to the empty and ancient dock.

“You promise!?â€? A familiar voice yells from over the ridge, echoing against the empty space between us. I’m maneuvering the canoe around now, trying to turn it back around. Before I get it even halfway an almost deafening splash rocks my eardrums.

My canoe is rocking now as light waves from the impact splish and splash against the metal exterior.

“Hannah…â€? I half whisper, looking around this small pond for any sign of her bobbing head.

Suddenly, a surge of bubbles and white water erupt from the surface and she breaks through. She’s gasping for air now, and laughing.

I’m frantically paddling over to her now. Left, right, left, right, right. Her tiny and white hands grab onto the edge of my boat and I help her small frame onto my vessel.

“I jumped! Did you see that! I jumped! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it!â€? She’s exclaiming now, standing in my canoe, nearly capsizing it in her excitement.

“I can’t believe you did that, I can’t believe it.â€? I keep saying over and over.

She finally decides to sit down across from me. She gives a great big sigh as she does and looks around briefly. We’re looking at each other now, and water is dripping from her now curling yellow hair.

“Hey, how do I get back up?â€? She asks me.