Monday, August 3, 2009


At camp, I was an adult. Not a teenager who had been granted permission to do something out of the ordinary, but a full fledged adult. I was responsible for other people. I got up early. People looked up to me.
I think I like this. At least, I like the camp version of being an adult. I think it has responsability without so much stress. That's the kind of adult that I think I need to try on every once in a while, just to remind myself what it's like.
And I got to drink counselor coffee. Which is hilarious.

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