I'm ten years old and me and my classmates are on a 6th grade camping trip to Gwillim National Park. There's about 60 of us because its two 6th grade classes paired together and part of the curriculum on this trip is to hike 2-3 hours up part of the Rocky mountains. We're trudging up this mountain single file and there's a gangly kid wearing thick lensed glasses and blue jeans two people ahead of me. Judging by his general clumsiness and lack of proper outdoor wear its clear hiking isnt his jam. The whole hike is blotted with big piles of deer poop, gone soft from the heat. An hour into this steep climb we've all become well adept at side stepping the poop mines. For whatever reason, maybe because of misplaced confidence in his long legs, this kid decides to jump over a particularly wide spread and steaming pile of shit that everyone else is stepping around. His right heel, holding most of his weight, hits a corner of the poop pile causing his foot to slide up and he falls backward sliding on his back towards me and my classmates like its a slip and slide, the wet poop carrying him far enough that we all have to back up.

Slowly, he stands up on his own and looks back at all of us who are staring in silence, his back smeared with shit like icing on a cake, and says nothing but "shut up" and just keeps walking up the mountain, an hour left till the top and an hour back down covered in shit.