Julia Greene. { 005/365 }
She was your favorite camper that first year you worked at camp and she still was when you left 3 years later. Somehow, you were able to convince her of the same -- that you were her favorite counselor too. And even though it's eight years later, a little bit of you still hopes that she will always remember that moment of time you had together as "favorite camper & counselor," because you know you always will.
She was 8 years old, but she seemed like she might be 9. By that, you only mean she could've been one of the older ones in the group, even though she was still a child in your eyes. She knew a lot -- too much for her age, in fact. You wondered where she learned it from all too fast and you tried to prevent her from learning any more of it. You wanted her to stay as innocent as she could at an age like that, but knowing her, you knew you couldn't prevent it for too long. She was a curious one, that little girl, and the things that came out of her mouth, you couldn't help but laugh at. Such as the time when you were sitting with her on the jungle gym and she asked if you were a virgin. Shock filled your face and through your teeth you lied. Fortunately, the little one said she believed you but told you afterwards that if there was anyone that wasn't a virgin in her group of counselors, it would have been Jaime -- to which you had no idea what to say. Because shock still filled your face and the only thing you could do was sit there and wish she was as innocent as you hoped she would be, like the 8 year old you once were when you were younger.
But this little girl reminded you too much of yourself and maybe that was why you were so mesmerized by her. She was sweet, cute, but had this little naughty side about her that she wanted people to know about, but at the same time didn't want anyone to know about. It was strange, but she was you, in one too many ways -- the difference was that she was younger, and starting all too early for herself and all you wanted to do was keep her innocent. But you couldn't and you knew that, but you still tried anyway. You felt like if you didn't make an effort at all, that she might make the wrong decisions, but in the end, it was up to her anyway. And so you let her go. You let her go.
Because she's going to be sixteen in a couple of months and to most teenagers, that means she's an adult. You wish her the best in every endeavor she has because it's the only thing you can do from this far. She isn't your favorite little camper anymore. But to you, she will always be that little eight year old girl.
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She was 8 years old, but she seemed like she might be 9. By that, you only mean she could've been one of the older ones in the group, even though she was still a child in your eyes. She knew a lot -- too much for her age, in fact. You wondered where she learned it from all too fast and you tried to prevent her from learning any more of it. You wanted her to stay as innocent as she could at an age like that, but knowing her, you knew you couldn't prevent it for too long. She was a curious one, that little girl, and the things that came out of her mouth, you couldn't help but laugh at. Such as the time when you were sitting with her on the jungle gym and she asked if you were a virgin. Shock filled your face and through your teeth you lied. Fortunately, the little one said she believed you but told you afterwards that if there was anyone that wasn't a virgin in her group of counselors, it would have been Jaime -- to which you had no idea what to say. Because shock still filled your face and the only thing you could do was sit there and wish she was as innocent as you hoped she would be, like the 8 year old you once were when you were younger.
But this little girl reminded you too much of yourself and maybe that was why you were so mesmerized by her. She was sweet, cute, but had this little naughty side about her that she wanted people to know about, but at the same time didn't want anyone to know about. It was strange, but she was you, in one too many ways -- the difference was that she was younger, and starting all too early for herself and all you wanted to do was keep her innocent. But you couldn't and you knew that, but you still tried anyway. You felt like if you didn't make an effort at all, that she might make the wrong decisions, but in the end, it was up to her anyway. And so you let her go. You let her go.
Because she's going to be sixteen in a couple of months and to most teenagers, that means she's an adult. You wish her the best in every endeavor she has because it's the only thing you can do from this far. She isn't your favorite little camper anymore. But to you, she will always be that little eight year old girl.
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