Well, at least they kept me out of trouble in the woods. We owned 20 acres of woodland with a lot of swampy wetland. There's areas they wouldn't let me go to. I didn't know they weren't ordinary living people. They treated me like any ordinary, if a bit rambunctious, kid would be treated.

Don't know if I would call it interesting. It's not like they acted in any way out of the ordinary for natives living in a summer hunting camp. If not for the fact they were ghosts, you'd've thought they were ordinary, if very old fashioned acting, people. Honestly, I miss them. Dangit, I'm kinda homesick for the farm now. Heh.