When I was a kid, I went to camp every year and every year I spent the entire week thinking about if one of the boy campers would kiss me.
I was not a very deep kid.
Anyway, no boy at camp ever kissed me. In fact, no one kissed me until I was almost 16 so I wasted A LOT of time at camp thinking about things that were YEARS off.
But now, in my forties, I’m at family camp with Eric and the kids and there is a guy that will kiss me and it turns out he’s way cuter than any of those other boys from way back when.