Remember camp? Day camp, overnight camp, whatever. Most people I know went at some point.
I remember certain things, mostly the days where I learned "new stuff" or was terribly embarrassed by something.
The girls went to Camp Ranoca this summer (R-A for Raleigh, N-O for North, C-A for Carolina, of course! as the song goes...) One night during the week there was a sleep over and apparently this is one of those days they’ll remember, because they learned about spin-the-bottle.
I know! Ahhhhhhh!
After a bit of prompting, however, they revealed that there were these other girls who snuck out of their tent and got in trouble because they were playing spin-the-bottle “hug version” with some of the boys.
Should it make me feel better, that they didn’t play, and that it was the "hug-version"? Maybe, but it doesn’t.
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