“This is DOPE! There’s even a tiny one for Loopy!” I wrestled Loopy to get it on his head. He panted and slobbered all over the carpet. “Zoe, we’re gonna get pictures this time. And video!” I slid the switch on the top of Loopy’s camera, and a light came on. “Can’t wait to see what you see, Loop!” I held one out for Zoe.

“That thing is going to look ridiculous on me.” She turned her head and put her nose up in the air.

I put mine on. “Okay, then, I guess we won’t be recording this adventure from your viewpoint then.”

She stuck out her hand and I gave it to her. She pulled out her ponytail, put on the camera, and then retied.

“You’re right. You look ridiculous.”

Adrenaline shot through my body as the elevator began to rumble and spin, like my favorite ride at the fair. The one that spins so fast it pins you to the wall and then you can lift your feet up and not fall to the ground. One time it made my cousin Derek barf and, unfortunately, that stuck to the wall too.

Ringing and squealing sounds blared from the elevator speaker. Zoe and I had to cover our ears it was so loud. Different styles of music faded in and out. The song that played the longest was the ABC song.

“This better stop spinning soon, before I bar—”

Before Zoe could say it or do it, the elevator came to a halt. We fell to the ground, hands grabbing our stomachs. Loopy ran around in circles, recording our reactions.

“Don’t forget to turn on your camera,” I said to Zoe. “Who knows, we may be bungie jumping our way out of here, and you wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Zoe flipped the switch on the top of her camera. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”

We waited for what seemed like forever. Loopy barked and licked the crack between the doors. Finally, the music faded, and the doors opened.

*  *  *

We’re in a big arena, standing on a humongous trampoline that covers the entire ground. Huge TV screens hang down, circling around us. It’s kind of like Times Square, but the TVs are a hundred times bigger. On the screens are pictures and videos of kids doing things like riding bikes, swimming, camping, crying . . . fighting . . .

Wait. It’s not lots of different kids. It’s the same kid, just at different ages! As I realize this, words begin to scroll across all the screens.

PICTURE POST . . . WILEY OVERTON . . . PICTURE POST . . . WILEY OVERTON . . .

Woof! Woof!

Loopy’s tail is wagging so fast you almost can’t see it. He runs, jumps, flips over, and loses his footing on the trampoline.