Every evening in the heart of night at camp, when we where completely exhausted and dead tired from running around and playing gaga all day, we would all collapse in a tangled, jumbled up mess on the dirty, underwear-smelly floor of are mouldy green cabin. We would roar with laughter and burst out screaming. We had a blast. Then we would gradually mellow down, then all of a sudden we would be desperate for food, and we would beg and beg our counsellors for a meal, but they wouldn’t fork over anything, not even a crumb. Our counsellors would steam with anger and go bananas because we always made such a fuss about how we weren’t tired, and didn’t want to go to bed. Eventually they surrendered and we got are way. We got to stay up all night, eat chips, popcorn, cookies… We didn’t care that it was forbidden at camp, we were livin’ for the moment!
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