I can't wait to see what you come up with this week!
I was thinking about the monsters in my own life. Real and imaginary. The ones inside my own head.
But then it occurred to me, I never did tell you how the campground story worked out. I mentioned that my Grandfather owned a campground and that it was a magical place where I ran in the woods and played every other weekend.
2 things that I didn't mention - (1) there as a small dumping ground right beside the campground where people used to leave old cars and fridges. It had been there since before my grandfather had purchased the property and while it never got huge, it definitely continued to grow over the years. This was a place of endless fascination for myself and my cousin. He because of his interest in all things mechanical, and loved looking at engines - and of course me because I could tear things out and smash things. We all have our strengths. ;)
(2) The reason why that dumping ground was there in the first place, and who started it.
contains the answers to all of that.
At some point someone checked some paperwork and realized that a company had been dumping things far worse than cars long before anything else was on the property... they came out, they tested, and they closed the campground down and everything immediately around it, to set up a Superfund site. (the details are in the links for those curious).
I was long gone to Florida. But that piece of my childhood forever became known as the time I used to play in toxic waste.
Which could really explain quite a bit about me. ;)