Camp was the most fun thing
in the world.
Besides trying to find my luggage
for an hour and a half the first day,
it was wonderful.
The first night,
Tadja came and slept
with our tent group.
Well, Tasia and I actually
We had the most people
in our tent,
just like the overnighter.
That’s how I like it.
We had Megan, Tasia, Camille,
Miranda, Tadja, Caitlyn (a new girl that we all love),
and Me. 7 Girls.
All of us were at the hip.
We went canoe racing,
and picked up a dead fish with an ore.
We swam in freezing water and
got stuck in the goopy bottom.
We gathered girls’ underwear
and hung it up at the pavilion.
We laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt.
We sang every Disney song we could
We had our own testimony meeting,
after listening to a girl tell us that
she talks to demons.
Named Nana and Sarah.
We, well they, even took turns taking me
to the bathroom.
At three in the morning.
We also learned a lot.
We had classes one of the days,
and learned to look at the positive things
Instead of saying to myself that my hair
is uncontrollably poofy,
I can say that it is very thick,
and has pretty curls.
They made us look in a mirror and
repeat to ourselves that we are
beautiful. It was a good class.
We also had one about choosing
the right guy.
Since the Camp Theme was
“The Royal Academy” the class was called,
“The Difference Between
a Prince and a Frog”.
We got to write a list of things we wanted
in our perfect man.
Megan’s list had every good adjective
you can think of.
“Sexy. Sweet. Tall. Dark. Handsome”
and so forth.
We had a ropes course at camp.
Tadja, Caitlyn, and I went on the
rope bridge over water,
while the other girls went to another activity.
After I had gone, the leaders said that I was the
closest of falling into the water.
We had a lesson after saying that we need
to hold on to our testimonies
and not give in to the temptations.
They used me as the “bad” example.
I let go of the rope. Poop.