She kept on crying our, "Where is it?" and almost hit her own mother.
This is me. Please excuse the hair, i was a major bedhead. So much that one girl couldn't help but chuckle every time she looked at me. i pulled back and swung my softball hit and broke it open. I'm not a strong hitter; i wonder what would happen if kate, one of our best hitters, had hit it.
trying to be happy as my father took a picture.
i do have to say that the view was worth it to look at as we came up. not to mention, the field after field full of wildflowers, it was one of the most beautiful sights i've ever seen.
This is the monument. it represents the four girls that died right there. it was raining hard and lightning was going and the lightning hit the tree in which the girls were sitting under. a few were saved, but four girls didn't make it. they came up later and built the monument in their memory.
i am so glad i went to girls camp. i loved every second. i made friendships i thought were already there and most of all did what girls do best-HAVE FUN!
1 comment:
sounds awesome! I hope you had a blast!
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