One of my favorite stories about me and my dad happened on night at dinner time at the lake when we were camping. I believe we were at Lake Cumberland and we had all gathered for dinner around the grill and campfire. We had franks and beans for all the kids that night. I was around 5 or 6 at the time. Dad dished me out a hot dog and a paper plate full of pork and beans and told me to go find a seat and get eatin'. Well there weren't any tables to sit at, so I decided to sit on this rather large log. The minute I sat the plate on the top of the log, it rolled down one side ended up face down on the ground. I was devastated. Sheepishly I went and asked for another plate. Dad was actually very accommodating and happily made me a second plate. He told me to not spill it again. So off I went to sit down on that log. Guess what? Same result and a spilled my second plate. One more time I went back to dad and asked for another plate. This time he was not so patient, but still he gave me another plate. This he told me if I were to spill it again I better take off. I knew dad meant business, so back I went determined not to let it happen again. Sadly I chose that same log, same result. Dad had continued to mind the grill and get everyone something to eat and had not noticed my latest spill. After a few minutes taking care of everyone he decided to see how I was doing. He looked over in my direction and to his surprise, I was not there. He asked "has anyone seen Jeffery?" "There he goes!" they all screamed. I was running away through the woods as fast as I could. At least as fast as a 6 year old could run. Dad took out after me and caught me not too far out. He asked me where was I going. I was just following orders!