Saturday, July 1st
We’re on the way back from camp. I keep remembering things that happened this week like on Sunday, the arrival at camp, the games, my letter from Valerie, the people I met, my fake name (Char) and Monday the rope course-me trusting people, crawling on a board mid-air to scoop a bucket off the ground with a rod, the pool, my “cruish” on Nick, falling douwn a mt in2 mud, the table I sat at, the Vespersm the games in PB field, the pooring rain. Tuesday the trip to “warm” springs. Which was very cold, changing on the bus. Wed- canoeing, swimming, the vegetarian burger, finding out about Nick liking Carter, the gift store, the ice cream place, our shaving party, our skit starring me as Jesus and the Care vespers. On Thurs- my pj’s to breakfast day, my not talking for 7 hours, our campout. when Michael said he was gonna kill himself, the cookout, me meeting a guy named Charlie after I gave up on guys, the rain. On Fri- stuffed animals at breakfast, councelors dressing up, the dance, Jon, my first kiss, the games we played when Capture the Flag was rained out, the box game, dancing with Troy, playing water balloon volleyball, our nature walk, making cards for GD staff, our last shaving party and trying to figure out who Susan liked. Saturday was tear day. We ate a late breakfast at camp, packing, cleaning, the pictures, and goodbyes.
Right now we are in Cordale, GA. There are rude people everywhere. Jason is nice and the trip back is going fast. I guess because we have so many Lutheridge stories to share and things to remember. I’m at peace. I’m carefree with the look of love in my eyes. I just remembered a song. Here’s the part I know, “I see you in a different light, your hair falling down and love in your eyes.” Last night reminded me of 2 songs- Reba’s “She Thinks His Name Was John,” as in I met a Jon. The song goes, “Broad shoulders and blue eyes, his hair was black. She let his smile just sweep her away,” Well that describes Jon. And a song by Little Texas called “Southern Grace.” It goes, “First time I felt the magic of her kiss was under a Carolina moon.” Well that her is me and we were in orth Carolina and there was a moon.
I feel so in love and there’s a sparkle in my eyes, one that’s never been there before. A secret smile appears when I think about Jon and the kiss. I know he doesn’t have a girlfriend. I’m going to write him. And get this- I reached all 3 of my goals. I accomplished something. I read notes about what my cabin members though ot me. Some said they liked my personality, someone said I brightened their day with my morning smile and singing, some said they liked my talents and gifts, I’m also incredably outgoing and talkative and sweet and sensative. I was there for them when they needed me. I’m a good influence, cheerful, a good friend and a person told me that I’ll be famous one day- as a pastor, singing, or writing. I was also a best friend to someone who didn’t have many friends. I was the world to her. She thought I was beautiful, creative, and nice. And one girl said, “You’ll never know how great of a friend you’ve been to me.” I not only made a differance in their lives, but everyone elses. They changed my life. I thank them. I hope I don’t sound to full of myself.
*All spelling mistakes are intentional and as they appear in my diary.
This entry was 7 pages long.
I did sound full of myself. Actually, I sounded a little bit like a douche canoe. I kind of want to punch 1995 Danielle in the face.
I can’t believe I was quoting country songs.