Camp Journal: July 21, 1990
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muck_a_luckTHIS ENTRY IS NOT DIALUP-FRIENDLY!!!!
These are .jpg scans of pages of my journal from when I was a camp counselor at Gwynn Valley in the summer of 1990.
Disclaimer 1: I was 19!
Disclaimer 2: I was shy nerd, never been kissed, in love with everyone!
That said, I will be locking down the most embarrassing entries. Also, reserve the right to redact entries to protect the innocent.
July 21, 1990. Camping. Bickering. Llama escape.
This one was borderline, but I decided to open it. *cringes*
You will note that I switch from Pete to Franklin on this page without stating it. The "he" that was the tallest kid on the four-square court is Franklin.
I still remember that feeling. It may be a cliche, but sometimes your stomach really does do that. It was one of the most upsetting and shocking feelings of my life. And that was the turning point moment, I think, when I decided I really was "in love" with him.
These are .jpg scans of pages of my journal from when I was a camp counselor at Gwynn Valley in the summer of 1990.
Disclaimer 1: I was 19!
Disclaimer 2: I was shy nerd, never been kissed, in love with everyone!
That said, I will be locking down the most embarrassing entries. Also, reserve the right to redact entries to protect the innocent.
July 21, 1990. Camping. Bickering. Llama escape.
This one was borderline, but I decided to open it. *cringes*
You will note that I switch from Pete to Franklin on this page without stating it. The "he" that was the tallest kid on the four-square court is Franklin.
I still remember that feeling. It may be a cliche, but sometimes your stomach really does do that. It was one of the most upsetting and shocking feelings of my life. And that was the turning point moment, I think, when I decided I really was "in love" with him.
