
I took these a few summers ago with my first and oldest camera, I'm not sure who gave it to me. Dad, Olgui. I took it to UCLA summer camp when I was 10 or 11 and have pictures somewhere of shimmery eucalyptus treetops and Christiane in shadows sitting in our open air bunks with her mouth open. Maybe she was putting on Jordana lipliner... At that camp we were forced to make up a new name for ourselves and I chose Twinkie. fucking Twinkie, the summer of Twinkie Smith in plaid shorts! Period on my shorts on the school bus ride up the mountain. A boy named Pippin was supposed to ask me to the dance and he didn't, but a boy named Cartoon DID dance with me, he was extremely short. Reindeer taught me how to do the tootsie roll and I solo bootydanced in front of a campfire in front of the whole camp. Nervous practicing in the forest beforehand. The counselors stole our candy and the brownie on the plate with the soggy spaghetti soaked up it's tomatoey juices and I thought it was the most delicious thing I'd ever eaten. I have still the tiny travel size bottle of Nivea cream and catching of whiff of that or the bug spray makes me feel intense love crush alive feelings.
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I want to have a forever summer-camp-nickname and spongy snack cake heart feelings.
awww
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