Twelve

During the summer that I was twelve, I went to church camp with my then-BFF.  And my “boyfriend” and his BFF.  We were quite the foursome.  Highlights of the week were the waterslide, rocking out to “What If Cartoons Got Saved” (before Chris Rice made it big,) sporting our “I survived the Blob” t-shirts, signing a “True Love Waits” pledge and having a large bowl of sugar dumped on my head by said boyfriend.  What can I say?  12-year-olds show their adoration in truly odd ways.

I had a great time, and went back at least three or four more years, and can’t wait to send my two when they’re 12ish.

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