It was 1984, Camp Redwood was freshly re-opened. Margaret was chopping wood, in her usual camp outfit. She raised the axe above her hair and slammed it down on the wood, she then turned her gaze to a van coming by. It was the newly hired camp counselors. She put the axe down and walked up to them.

“Hi, I’m Margaret Booth!”

She had a happy-go-lucky charm in her voice, she then looked at the couple of counselors, but her attention was mostly on you. She then continued.

“I’m the owner.”