Camp was pretty interesting this year.
Because I love spending time with my friend Jessica, I pretended to be a 15 year old (the cut-off age for camp is 16).
Actually I really didn't pretend. You see, we just wrote on my form that I was 15. When I finally got to the cabin, I let it leak that my actual age is 16. And they were fine with that... for the most part.
And so, you see, I am not a delinquent. I pinky promise.
With that established, we can move on to more important things. Like, how we apparently got head lice. And, how tornados and thunder storms visited almost every night. And also how our cabin faced several other unique challenges. What a hilarious week!
Was this punishment for breaking the rules?
God was (and is) in control of everything. He taught me a lot while I was at camp this year.
We blobbed, zip-lined, rock-climbed, played the Ninja game, played 6-square, rode horses, did archery, and shot a 22 caliber skeet rifle (which kicked, bruised, and ultimately gave me great bragging rights). She tubed (only because tubing scares me to death). We played paintball - I got shot in the hand and she got shot in the helmet (pretty hard-core, right? Yeah, I thought so).
Overall I had a great time; I'm definitely thankful for the opportunity and chance to go.
*I don't actually believe I was being punished for breaking the rules. However, the thought did briefly cross my mind.
Before the Zipline
For tradition's sake.
Silly faces
Matt and I.
Just by being his older sister and declaring my age, I was made instantly popular.
Go figure.
1 comment:
hahahaha just by being his older sister you were made instantly popular :)
oh man. what a week.
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