Tuesday, January 6, 2009

The Dance

The best memories of my child are of the summer I spent at camp. Every summer from when I was eight to thirteen I went away to Youth Incorporated for 6 weeks. I loved every minute of every day at this place, but the best memory by far is the memory of the last night of every summer. There was always a fare well dance and it was always a sad night. It would the last night we would all spend together. the very last song they played at this dance was Garth Brooks the Dance.

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