The Scariest Part of The Week
I take the camp photos.
The few moments of the week when I am most nervous have to be those between taking the pictures and bringing them up on the screen. Those few moments, when I don’t know what the images look like, or how many Sherwood campers were picking their noses, or how many high schoolers were throwing gang signs, the meanings of which they do not know, are scary.
But mostly everything works out.
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