I prayed on my own at camp

My name is Peter, and I’m in sixth grade. I have been going to sleep-away camp for two summers. One of my favorite things to do at camp is miniature horse riding. Miniature horses, even when fully grown, are much smaller than a full-size horse,and we ride in little carriages behind them. I love this activity because the horses are so cute, and we get to tour the whole camp this way.

One day last summer, while we were in the carriages waiting for the horses to be harnessed, I felt a prick on my index finger. It immediately began to hurt, and I could see the spot where something—probably a bee—had stung me. 

Healing after a fall
June 6, 2022

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