You'd missed the bus for summer camp. On purpose, of course. You didn't want to go but your mother was determined. She called in with the camp director to tell him about the issue and he reassured her it was no problem.

Now, here you were. In the back of her 1983 Toyota Camry, walkman blasting your preferred music in your ears and holding your backpack to your chest. Sulking.

Halfway to camp, where a counselor would be waiting outside for you.

You look around. Eyes landing on the messily scrawled name on your backpack... That name is?