When I was in 6th grade my parents couldn’t afford to send me to camp. I remember listening to all my girlfriends celebrate their new hot pink Barbie sleeping bag while planning for their first solo adventure. I was able to convince my principal to give me a scholarship to go! Yay! But my bag was packed with hand-me-downs and any supplies we could gather from family and friends. Which was a massive oversized flashlight and an orange sleeping bag with stains all over it and a tear down the outside. In some ways this is how I felt when…
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