When I look at myself in that picture, it all comes flooding back. That summer at the girls’ camp, my first time away from home. It was a gutwrenching heartbreaking time. My first foray, sent away all summer while my parents sorted things out. Tossed in with all those other girls; living in groups, eating in groups. Kenneled herded penned and marched through singlaongs, crafts, drama, hikes, and sports. I learned tennis. Timidly, avidly, then aggressively. I mastered it in fact. Not just tennis but the handsy staff, excitable girls, the outdoors, and all that drama. Yes, that was the summer that Velma grew up.
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