Today I somewhat ventured back in time to reunite with old ties, memories, and friends. Somerset Beach Campground is a place I grew up and found myself throughout my high school years. It taught me a lot about important situations and especially, a lot about God.
Throughout my years at Somerset, I shared some very fond memories with wonderful people who have since grown and left us to do as they did for us.
-crud wars.. this includes fistfulls of birdseed shoved down to the depths of my ear drum.
-the swim tests to be a "dolphin" or a "shark."
-the paddleboat trips to Fred♥ : ).
-any time we were in the gazebo.
-fingernail painting at cross hill.
-the peeing of the pants during night hikes ; ).
-the infamous tree.
-commando ... before purpling : (.
-stiffarms by blake davis.
-ex boyfriends invasion of privacy.
-<><. : ).
-grammy//oscar nights.
-the luau I never knew about.
-praise band.
-massive games of capture the flag at 9 pm ... before purpling.
-"Blake Davis, straight up and down," translated to "Blake Davis, Red Oak 5."
-tubing. : )
-ridiculous amounts of pictures.
-fast breaks to freddy's. : )
-praying mantis. : )
-creating a wannabe igloo on the frozen lake.
There's many more where that came from : )
Camp just wasn't the same at all, and I wasn't even there this week. It's interesting how much changes.
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