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Pining

by Sandra Marchetti I held his wrists as we stood near the campfire and I whispered, quite seriously, “If I can do it, so can you.” That was the last time we spoke at teen camp.

The Boys in the Band

by Annie Stillar I first went to camp in 1992, the summer before starting 2nd grade. I didn’t know much at seven years old, but I knew camp was all about status. The 6th graders ruled the roost and everyone wanted to…