

My Strongest Memories......are of those days. Those few days of Summer Camp. There was the kindest girl there. She was Natasha. All the other kids were horrid to me, but not Natasha. Hair like melted chocolate, eyes like the beautiful ocean. One day, I sprained my ankle on the obstacle course. She helped me up. From that day on, the Summer Camp grew on me, like Natasha. The luscious interior of the cabins. The vibrant colours of the mess hall. The tall and mighty oak trees. Everything was perfect.My Strongest Memories...
One day, we were going for a swim in the lake. I noticed Natasha from a distance, but something diverted my eyes from her. The other kids were destroying this
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