For years we slept together in one tent,
All six of us
Plus cat and dog.
As the youngest, I was tucked into the seams, farthest from the snoring heap of dad…
An unfortunate location on rainy nights.
When he hit high school, middle brother learned to sew.
Out of ripstop nylon and seam-sealer, he carved a modicum of personal space for the hours between dish duty and daybreak.
Groggy and stiff from hugging the lumpy terrain, we drank Tang out of Solo cups, stamped our feet to keep warm, and crammed back into the Chevy for the next 500 miles.
Bad Parenting 101 