Switching Things Up

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Oh how the tables have turned.

When I was in middle school and high school - at times Kristen and I were pressured by our parents into going to youth group weekend camp. And by pressured... I mean I was forced.

I'm not going to lie -- sometimes camp was okay. Other times - not.

I was mainly pressured because it was the same youth group my mom had attended when she was younger. The camps were every Memorial Day and Labor Day weekends. They always ran Friday night - Monday night. By the time you came back, you were always exhausted.

This weekend was a big reunion camp for a bunch of the old youth group members. I didn't have to go... thankfully. But my mom went. So Monday we went up to camp to pick her up. We ended up staying for one of the afternoon speakers and he was relatively interesting. Not the best I've ever heard... but okay.

As we loaded up her sleeping bag and suitcase into the back of the van, I realized how much time has passed, how much I have changed, and how hard it would be for me to go back to the girl I was on those weekends so long ago.