Thank goodness for the short walk back to the campgrounds.
Frida had an armful of purchases from the vendors she had just visited. 'Darnit for feeling guilty about not buying tickets for everyone in my family.' She reached her tent and placed her shopping bag on the ground; taking out the training broom she had got for her nephew Ian.

'He's definitely going to have fun on this. I just hope his parents won't be mad at me.' Frida examined the polished wood and stared at the bag next to her feet that contained the models of players that were moving around on the bottom.
With her foot, Frida pushed the bag of goodies inside her tent and she herself remained outside. 'I wish my parents could have come though...' She took a seat on the soft ground and traced a narrow stick in the soil.
She could understand why her parents decided to stay home...but Frida wished she knew what happened to the tickets she gave to them both.