During the summer after my freshman year in high school, my grandfather decided that I should go to his old boarding school. He enticed me up to Maine with him on his boat for a weekend, and on the way back "surprised me" by dragging me to his 50th year reunion, while scheduling me a tour of the campus and meetings with a bunch of faculty.
As it turned out, I liked the school, and ended up enrolling almost immediately. It all happened so fast that I didn't tell anyone that I was going. So when I came back for my first vacation, I heard all sorts of rumors about how I'd been sent to drug rehab in Arizona, how I'd drowned rescuing a kid at the summer camp I attended, how I went off to join the preisthood, and one particularly jerky ex-friend (who also plagiarized one of my early poems) claimed he'd beaten me up so badly that I was in the hospital. He wasn't too thrilled to learn that I had just hit the stride of my growth spurt during that time.
Where will you be when the rumor surfaces that you've disappeared? Will you be vacationing on a tropical island? Hiking The Appalachian Trail? Canoeing down The Nile for a pro-alligator charity? Hunting unicorns in Lake Placid?
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