The Trapper Keeper website is helping us to relive our childhood days through its “Trapper Stories” collection, no matter how disturbing those stories might be. Right, Torin?
In 4th grade, the girl of my dreams left her Trapper Keeper on her desk before lunch. I slipped a note telling her how much I liked her in the front pocket. After lunch she stood up and read the entire letter in front of the class and embarrassed the living daylights out of me. A week later, I put a dead mouse in her trapper keeper and she threw up.
