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21 " And then, on the final day, it was time for the faux Underground Railroad. This is the part that no one believes. " No adult would ever do that," they say. " You can't be remembering that right." I am, in fact, remembering it perfectly. The counselors " shackled" us together with jump ropes so we were " like slave families" and then released us into the woods. We were given a map with a route to " freedom" in " the North" , which must have been only three or four hundred feet but felt like much more. Then a counselor on horseback followed ten minutes later, acting as a bounty hunter. Hearing hooves, I crouched being a rock with Jason Baujelais and Sari Brooker, begging them to be quiet so we weren't caught and " whipped." I was too young, self-involved, and dissociated to wonder what kind of impact this had on my black classmates. All I knew was that I was miserable. We heard the sound of hooves growing closer and Max Kitnick's light asthma wheezes from beind an oak tree. " Shut up," Jason hissed, and I knew we were cooked. When the counselor appeared, Sari started to cry. "
