I remember one time at junior GS camp, everyone in my cabin freaked out about there being gypsies or something and fled to the leaders' cabin, leaving me completely alone. And being so nervous about leaving home for a month that I threw up on a picnic table. GS camp=interesting memories.
Anyway, it's strange thinking we're not kids anymore. I miss it already.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2007-04-29 09:13 pm (UTC)Anyway, it's strange thinking we're not kids anymore. I miss it already.