I’m really starting to have Camp Cavett withdrawals.  I haven’t been in years, but starting in July that’s going to change.  Trouble & I are going down for the weekend.  I can’t wait to be down at camp again.  I spent 10 summers down on Lake Texoma with the best group of friends I could ever have.  We all had things that drew us together, things that no child should have to go through.  Although, you’d never know some of the things I knew unless I told you.  That’s just how normal we all looked.  These were the days of having crushes on camp counselors, taking as many rolls of film as possible, doing things your parents would not approve of and finding a way to live on the edge.  Oh yes, this was my camp experience; like so many other campers my age.

I also lost some of the best friends I could ever have too.  Being a child you never think about death, much less a friend your age dying.  You think you’re invincible.  You think Cancer, Heart Problems, Sickle Cell and Kidney Dialysis are all just words.  Words that don’t mean anything.  Words that only alter the way you do things, not things that are capable of taking life away.  My best friend died when I was 16.  How do you even begin to wrap your head around that?  Losing anyone is tough, but a best friend, it’s just hard.  I’ve found myself going back and thinking…I’m 25 now, Cassie would be 24.  It’s hard to imagine she’s been gone that long.  It’s hard to believe just how fast time does fly.