Elizabeth was somewhat of a tomboy when she traipsed off to summer camp. She was pleasantly surprised that her parents let her attend as they were very abusive to her.
She loved competition and would compete not only against the girls but boys as well.. She was determined to win the hatchet throwing contest that would be held at the end of the week. She practiced diligently every free minute she had and became quite adroit at handling that hatchet.The competition was intense but she persevered and took first place.
Camp was now over and parents were picking up their children. As she got in her parent’s car her newly fond memories soon soured as she realized what was in store for her that evening when they returned home. Then a strangely devious grin slowly crept across her face as her mother asked her what she was holding. She proudly showed her the trophy, a shiny new axe engraved with “First Place --- Lizzie Borden.”
She loved competition and would compete not only against the girls but boys as well.. She was determined to win the hatchet throwing contest that would be held at the end of the week. She practiced diligently every free minute she had and became quite adroit at handling that hatchet.The competition was intense but she persevered and took first place.
Camp was now over and parents were picking up their children. As she got in her parent’s car her newly fond memories soon soured as she realized what was in store for her that evening when they returned home. Then a strangely devious grin slowly crept across her face as her mother asked her what she was holding. She proudly showed her the trophy, a shiny new axe engraved with “First Place --- Lizzie Borden.”
