Camp
When I was about 10, I went to camp for a couple of weeks. Reportedly, after I was gone about three days, my dad looked around and said “where’s Amanda?”
I’ve never been sure why my mother felt the need to burden me with that information.
Lost in the embrace of Amanda Lynn
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That might have been the same summer my mom made me go to girl scout camp, bicycle riding in the heat, then sent me a postcard from Great Adventure, where she had taken my brother.
This is fascinating! Rarely do I find blogs that I read more than an entry or two.