Disclaimer: My imagination is working overtime again. Still own nothing so don't even bother.

Summer 1972

"Hey you guys! Wait up!" Samantha Davis called chasing after the boys.

"Go away! No girls allowed! Yeah! Go home and play with your Barbies!" The boys yelled back at her.

Samantha tripped and fell scratching her knee. She was five years old and the only kids around Homer, Alaska, for her to play with were the Hillstrand brothers. Usually she could talk Neal and Andy into playing pirates or cops and robbers with her but today they were listening to their older brother Johnathan and she wasn't allowed to play with them. Tears filled her eyes as she watched the boys run toward their "pirate ship" the F/V Try Again.

She got up and walked back home. As she opened the back door that lead into the kitchen, her mother turned around. "Samantha. What happened to your knee?" Her mother picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. She pulled out a first aide kit and began doctoring up Samantha's scrape.

"The boys called me a girl and won't let me play with them," she began to pout.

"Samantha, first of all you are a girl. Secondly, the boys are getting older and are not going to play with you all the time anymore."

"But it's not fair Momma! Andy and Neal always played with me before," Samantha protested.

"Well, baby. I will let you in on a little secet. All boys are weird. Just look at your daddy. You see what he does when I cook supper? He puts all of his food on his plate then mixes it all up until it looks like vomit. I don't know about you but I think that is weird. And those boys will grow up one day and still be weird…just like your daddy."

This made Samantha laugh. "Go on in the other room and play while I finish up the dishes."