A Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo Mega Full [exclusive] -

A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom The sun was barely up when Dad shook my shoulder. Usually, I’m a grouch in the morning, but today was different. We were headed to Blue Lake with Uncle Tom, and that meant one thing: a day of "Mega Adventure."

Today was the kind of day that felt like a secret just for me. Dad said we were going to do “adventure stuff” and Uncle Tom—who always smells like campfire and peanut butter—grinned and brought his big blue backpack. I packed my lucky crayons, my notebook, and one cookie just in case. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo mega full

The rest of the hike was just as wonderful. We saw a doe and her fawn grazing in a meadow, and I got to try using Uncle Tom's binoculars to get a closer look. Dad said I was a natural and should become a park ranger when I grow up. A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom The

Dad and Uncle Tom exchanged a look, and in perfect sync, they said, "Of course, kiddo!" Dad said we were going to do “adventure

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I was beyond excited. Today was the day I got to spend with my dad and Uncle Tom. I had been waiting for weeks, and finally, the day had arrived. My mom had packed a big bag with sandwiches, fruit, and cookies for a picnic. Dad said we were going on an adventure, but he wouldn't tell me what it was.

Not a small laugh. A huge, belly-shaking laugh that echoed off the hills.

On the way back, we stopped at a diner called The Rusty Spoon. We were still damp. My hair was drying in weird crunchy waves. The waitress didn’t even ask—she just brought three hot chocolates and a stack of napkins.