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Not so solo
We were each given a Christian Science Hymnal, sleeping pad, sleeping bag, a whistle, a chocolate bar, and a backpack. At first I was pretty nervous and didn’t know what to expect. I got to my spot, set up where I’d sleep, and walked around. We’d been given an assignment—to answer a few questions about our time at camp in our journals, so I did those as well. I was doing fine until it started getting colder and darker. I remembered the counselors saying they would stop by once the sun went down, and I was determined to stay awake for that.
As it got darker, I became more frightened since I could no longer see what was making the sounds I was hearing, such as the scratching of something on the dry ground and an unknown hiss, which I now know was from an owl. I let fear creep in and forgot about my Hymnal, the Christian Science Bible Lesson, and Christian Science articles I had packed. As I lay awake, I kept hearing those strange noises that I’d never heard. I finally saw flashlights in the distance and signaled my flashlight in that direction. One of my counselors found me and came over to me.
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