It all started when my best friend Shannon and I went to camp for the first time. We were both 12 and had gone to the same school for seven years straight. We had the same interests, likes and dislikes. We had the same obsession in boys too. We decided that we should go to camp together and that's what we did. Our parents signed us up for the one-week session at Camp Pinewood, a YMCA camp.
We were put in the Commanche cabin and immediately made ourselves known to our cabin mates. We then set off to canoe, swim, ride horses and flirt with the camp boys. About three days later, Shannon went on a horseback-riding trip I had not signed up for. I didn't really mind. While she was gone, I hung out with my cabin mates and the other boys who were hanging out.
That's when I saw Adam. He was about 5'4--a midget compared to my 5'6 frame. He was light skinned and always wore a hat. He also had the look of always being tired but he was far from it. Adam was 14. He didn't seem to care about my age though. We hung out and walked around camp together--his arm around my waist and my arm around his shoulders.
When Shannon came back, I was in the bathroom, so my cabin mates gladly told her what I had been up to. They told her how I had hooked up with Adam. When I returned to my cabin, I greeted my best friend. She looked mad.
