It all started in a fairly populated area where a boy named Christian lived with his foster parents. His family was nothing like him and had none of the same interest as him. They were a very neat and proper family who lived in an upper class neighborhood. Christian had lived with this family for about 6 months now while he waited to find a permanent family. Both of his parents died in a car accident 15 months ago, right before he turned 14. He had been in and out of foster homes every couple months waiting till a family wanted him forever. While he was living with the Baileys he had the opportunity to go to a private academy. He loved it there and had a few good friends. The only downside to going to a private school is none of the kids were like him. They all came from upper class families and didn’t have the same interests as him. Christian had a huge love for the timber, just being in the timber brought an amazing amount of joy to him. It all started when he was younger..
His dad grew up trapping with his father and would always tell Christian the adventures he had been on. John his father was never able to take Christian to do those things due to him always having to work to provide for his family. His mom had many health problems and was home bound since Christian was 7. That was how his parents died, they were rushing to a hospital because the doctors needed to complete an urgent procedure. His dad was speeding and accidentally ran a redlight and got hit by a semi truck. After his parents had their accident Christian found his gift they were going to give him on his birthday. It was a book titled Woods Runner by Gary Paulsen, Christian cherished that gift and read it all the time. It made his urge to be out in the woods even stronger. Everyday, day and night he would pray that he would get chosen by a family who lived the same life his father had done. A family who focused on the simple things in life, loved nature, hunting, and trapping.
He didn’t know it but, that dream came true on November 28 , he had been informed he had been chosen by this family to be adopted by them. Christian was beyond ecstatic to have a forever family before he knew anything about this family. All he knew is that they wanted him, they wanted him! He got to visit his new family, the Jenkins, the whole ride there he couldn’t sit still. When he got there he immediately had the feeling of home. It was a medium sized, white farmhouse, with a red barn, and chickens pecking the ground in front of the porch. A man walked out and came up to Christian and shook his hand.
“Pleased to meet ya boy, the names Sam and I’m assumn’ yer Christian?” he said while giving me a firm handshake. One firmer than I’ve ever felt from anyone.
“Yes sir, that’s me that’s a mighty fine hat you got on there” I replied to hopefully my new dad. He was wearing a very finely made raccoon pelt hat with the tail hanging off the back.
“Oh yeah this old thing, I caught this one a few years ago and my old hat was fallin’ apart and needed replaced.”He led me in the house to introduce me to his wife Martha who was standing at the stove cooking what smelled like to me venison. Their house was pretty much exactly how I pictured it to be. Hardwood floors, very dark woodsy colors, animal mounts, and hides covering the walls leaving very few bare spots. I knew this was meant to be my home, everything about it all seemed perfect.
Today is the day I will hopefully be able to live forever with the Jenkins. It was December 2, Christmas was in about a month and this was the best gift in my entire life, besides the books my dad left for me. I packed my suitcase full of all the things I had taken to all my homes. Clothes, hygiene items, all the basic necessities of life, and my book. I couldn’t forget my book that was one of the last things I had left of my parents. When I got to the house Sam and Martha were standing out on their porch and came out to meet me when I got out of the car. Sam helped grab my suitcase and carry it inside for me. When I got inside for the second time of my life I knew I would be walking through this door many more times. The smells of freshly fried potatoes and steak hit me when I had taken a few more steps into the walkway getting closer to the kitchen.
For the next couple of days Sam pretty much just helped me get my room organized and get me settled. During that time he kept asking questions about me just to get to know me better. It felt amazing to know someone cared about me enough to actually get to know me. Sam would occasionally ask me questions about things I wanted but never had the opportunity to do. I told him the first thing that came to mind was to be able to trap a muskrat. Telling Sam that made me feel a little silly due to the fact he had probably trapped many muskrats during his life.
It was now Christmas morning and I’m laying upstairs waiting to hear if mom and dad were up yet. It feels really weird to call them that but, that's what they are to me now. When I first started hearing footsteps across the hall I got up and got cleaned up before breakfast. I got down to the bottom of the stairs and saw something sitting at my seat at the table. It was a trapping basket with a coon tail hat, some beaver mittens and a few 110 conibears inside. I stood staring into the basket in disbelief until Sam came up behind me.
“When you said you wanted to be able to trap a muskrat I knew I would be able to make that dream come true.” He said as he put his hands on my shoulders.
“I can't believe you would give this all to me. This is the most special thing anyone has ever given to me!” I replied as I turned around to give Sam a hug. He hugged me back and I immediately felt like I was 7 again hugging my very own dad. It brought a lot of sadness to me but also brought so much joy.
“I planned on maybe after your ma made breakfast, me and you could go out on the creek and make a few sets.” Sam said as he walked around the table to his seat.
That weekend of trapping muskrat Christian and Sam harvested 10 muskrat on the creek. It was the first of many times they spent trapping together. It almost became a tradition to go trapping on Christmas Day. Even if it was freezing cold they managed to at least go make one set. That tradition lived on when Christian would bring his own children to visit their grandparents for some good cooking, memories with family, and of course trapping.
Cody Edwards, 15, Illinois