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[shakeyrtush]

There was a point in time, where I was convinced seventeen would be the best year of my life. And now it's over, seventeen is gone. And I begin to realize that it wasn't the best year or my life, and I begin to realize how old I grew when I wasn't looking. And then I think about it... and wonder why that's a bad thing, Wonder why groing up is a

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Oy

[dazed_adam]

Hey Bekky, you almost make it sound as if you're leaving tommorow already. Ye know, you can't start missing a place when you'll still be here for a month or two... can you

Re: Oy

[dazed_adam]

Hey, yes I do go to Wanapitei (or... have been). The name doesn't ring a bell; do you know when they've gone? [what trips, what month which summer and such].... kebs..... kebs.... sorry....

I may have seen them around camp before or after any trips, but not that I know of (there are plenty of people hanging around camp at the end of the summer when I'm usually there... 100s of people, quite a few strangers).

Re: Oy

[dazed_adam]

Sorry... I meant to say "rebs".

17

[ben_brill]

you know I always thought that 17 was the awkward, transitionary year. Like it just sounds goofy, 17.

In retrospect, I had a pretty rad 15.