Every summer we used to go to our cottage in the country. The country was so beautiful in summer. The flowers were in full bloom and the trees laden with fruit. I so enjoyed our yearly ritual.
That is, until the incident.
It happened about four years ago. It was the year my parents gave me a digital camera. I was always quite a shutterbug and thus far I'd been using my Grandpa's old polaroid. I packed my new camera carefully in my suitcase. This year, my photographs would be like picture perfect postcards.
After the first few weeks of fishing, hiking and just lazing under the sun, I began to get a little bored. I asked my parents if I could go camping in the woods for a few days. My parents, tired of my whining, readily agreed. I quickly packed everything in my knapsack along with my sleeping bag and tent. In a side pocket, I placed my new camera. I planned on taking a lot of pictures.
I had chosen a perfect place to camp. It was a shady little nook on the edge of the woods near the lake. It was quite secluded, an area very few people knew about. I set up my tent, collected some firewood and went fishing. After eating my dinner under the stars, I settled in for the night. The hooting of the owls lulled me to sleep.
This was pretty much my routine for the next few days.
But, after four days I decided to go home. I missed my parents. As I unpacked my things, I found my camera. I had totally forgotten about it. What a waste! I could have taken such beautiful pictures. Still, I had a few more days left in the country.
I connected my camera to the computer to charge it and was surprised to see a notification on my screen asking me if I wanted to transfer the images from my camera. I was flummoxed. I hadn't taken any pictures. There were five images on the memory card. Curiosity got the better of me. I opened the first image and gasped. Horrified I opened the rest, one by one.
All the pictures had been taken inside my tent. And in every photograph, I was asleep.......