Snuck the Sun-In in my duffel for a few years in a row. This particular year was the first time I packed the Sun-In…and this photo was the result…it was also the last time I used a super high sunscreen, the following years I looked like a lobster by the end of the week. I was too cool for 50 SPF sunscreen and normal colored hair. I was a bit of a wild child at camp, but I wouldn’t change my past for anything.
{I talked to one of my oldest heart friends earlier today; Gabbi. I called to tell her that a particular road in Norman was torn up and needed to re-route her a different way. We got to talking about the past and our past Camp Cavett photos. The only way we were able to tell the difference between the past 13 years of Camp Cavett photos would be my hair color(s) and our braces. I knew my wacky hair colors would come in handy one day.}
There is this one photo that will always be etched in my mind. It was 1997, at Camp Cavett, I was 12….12…a whopping 13 years ago. Taken with my favorite camp Chaplain – Danny Cavett (he created the camp) just after the Saturday night dance. He’s always kept up with me and what I’ve been up to…well actually since I was born, but really has since 1997 – since I became a teen and more so in my adult years. I’m looking forward to seeing him this summer when Gabbi & I take a trip down to Lake Texoma to check out how much Camp Cavett has changed.