Grade five camp, Lithgow.
I had a crush on Maddy Broom.
The next day was 11/09/2001.
Mr. Scanlan dislocated his shoulder.
We played spotlight for three hours in the cold.
I told an impromptu scary story to my dorm to great effect.
I remember loving my class more than ever, then.
Edit: And I still wear R.Ms and 506s. My mam raised me right.
