This is my last year at girls camp. As I am about to walk out that door I think of the years in the past. I remember that in my 2nd year I twisted my ankle. Year three I didn't want to go because of the arrival of my brother Thayne Quen. Fourth was the first year with the willow creek ward and I can't say it was the best but it was the one to help my grow into being a YCL.
last year was the big one and I was stupid and tried to do it all myself. I've learned how to delegate since! Now as I go to the bus all I can think is last time. last time. last time.
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