It seems like just yesterday I was in 4th grade going to Camp Winnebago (wait, that's the camper--I know it started with a W) for summer camp.
I think I lasted 2 days before the camp counselor called my mom and dad to come pick me up.
Homesick, I was.
That memory was never clearer for me than it was this morning as we helped load Camry's camp gear into the trailer for Girls' Camp.
You see, I don't want Camry to get homesick.
I want her to have fun--so much fun that she doesn't even think of us. (I really do!)
I'm crossing my fingers and sayin' a prayer.
So far, so good. She's a few hours in.
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