Oh boy, she got that right. We looked like something that would be sold to tourists, so here we were on a shelf in one of those kind of stores next to some other Hopi stuff.

I couldn’t move in this wooden outfit, and I was afraid someone would come in and buy me and take me away.

“That’s it I’ve had enough!” I screamed to my sister that this was the worst vacation ever, and I wanted to go home now!