One of my fondest memories was when I was eleven and I got to go to Lake Powell with the youth group of our church. Normally I would have been too young to go but since they needed a chaperone for the girls, they asked my mother who requested to take me along. The second evening we were there, a bunch of the teenagers decided that they wanted to
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