ForGIVEness: It’s Not a Given
| September 15, 2010The idea of camp was appealing but most options were too expensive. My parents couldn’t afford for me to go away.
So we made a compromise. If I raised a good portion of the money myself I could spend half a summer in camp. It took two years until the summer before tenth grade to save up enough to go. This brought me to this first day of camp my head full of dreams of expanding my small social circle and living the way “other girls” lived.
Hers was the smile that had me dazzled right from the start. Her eyes told you she had plans; I wanted to be a part of them.
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