World Cup 1990
Sep. 28th, 2004 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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dork_elf trying to avoid ManU scores.
In 1990 I was a camp counselor at a camp called Gwynn Valley.
Lots of international counselors. Brits. Aussies. Kiwis. Africans.
I was 19. And stupid. It was a World Cup year.
Camp was very isolated, with only one TV in the owner's office. Easy to hide from the scores. The owner taped the final and brought the TV down for the guys to watch after the kids had lights out.
I waltzed into the room and said, NEVER intending to actually say the score, "I know the score!"
There are moments in life.
I don't think I have ever been that close to death...
*eg*
dork_elf trying to avoid ManU scores.In 1990 I was a camp counselor at a camp called Gwynn Valley.
Lots of international counselors. Brits. Aussies. Kiwis. Africans.
I was 19. And stupid. It was a World Cup year.
Camp was very isolated, with only one TV in the owner's office. Easy to hide from the scores. The owner taped the final and brought the TV down for the guys to watch after the kids had lights out.
I waltzed into the room and said, NEVER intending to actually say the score, "I know the score!"
There are moments in life.
I don't think I have ever been that close to death...
*eg*
