One summer when I was at Camp Utada, after fourth or fifth grade, there was a hike that my cabin was going along with. During the time we were gone, our cabins were supposed to be inspected for cleanliness, so we all made our beds and cleaned up before leaving.

A short time after we left, I realized that I didn't have my hat with me. One of my cabinmates offered to let me wear hers, but I didn't want it. I wanted my own hat. I was grumpy for most of the hike.

When we got back to camp, my hat and sunscreen were sitting on my bed. And we had failed the cleaning check, probably because of that - I could see nothing else wrong.