I think everyone has come to the realization I can be a goof ball….that I hang out with goof balls…and that I can’t stick to the same hair color for very long. Yeahhhhh, I’m pretty sure y’all have figured that one out already.
Being the goof ball that I am….and the hair fanatic that I am…well let’s just say…I don’t really have words for what I’d say about this. My used to be piggy back rider and I acting a bit goofy during the bus ride back to camp. Great times at camp!
Can’t hang out at camp without having a little mud mask fun. Not sure I have a normal picture of me during my Camp Cavett days. That is, until I got older and quit screwing with my hair so much.
I think this was my third year of attending Camp Cavett. I’m pretty sure this is the year that I didn’t take Roomie, which would’ve been Y3. Don’t you just love how I can talk my way through these things.
My favorite piggy back rider. Poor kid is now over 6 foot tall and giving me piggy back rides now. This was definitely the summer of crazy hair colors and doing all sorts of crazy things that I knew no one would approve of back home.