39 I checked out at the store. I bought no candy today; I bought a spinner to trout fish with in spring. It was getting dark so I decided to go home for supper. The house was full with activity and the table was already set. My sisters were helping my mom with supper and I was really dirty from all the ditch diving. My mom sent me to the bathroom to shower and put clean clothing on. I protested, but I always listened to my mom. The rest of the family was already seated when I returned. I sat down and ate supper. The topic of the play at the high school came up and my mother gave me a few more details about the play. It sounded really interesting and I thought " what the heck." My mom made me take a shower and put on clean clothes. " Why waste it?" I thought. I had a quarter left from ditch diving and that is what it would cost to get in the play. Off I went to the play. The opening of the play had a couple hunters wandering in the mist and they seemed quite lost. The special effects in 1968 were amaz­ing. They must have used some dry ice or something simi­lar. The stage was engulfed in mist. At 11 years old I internalized much of what I saw and heard. These hunters became people in my life. One of them was my Dad; he was lost and couldn't find his way home from hunting in northern Wisconsin. Though my Dad had died about a year ago while deer hunt­ing, I still had this weird fantasy that he didn't really die and that he would appear at home one day. I was swept away by the story of the play from the moment I saw the lost hunters. I