SIN SO SWEET
“Well, as a preacher's kid, if you wouldn't be there, who would?.”
I shook my head, so much for a preacher's kid,
too bad I wasn't as saintly as they thought. I wore my headphones. Music was my only remedy.
Where do I even start with Camp Willow Lake? It supposed to be this perfect Christian youth retreat, you know, the kind where faith and fun hold hands under God's watchful eye and don't forget the super “holy counselors” who acted like they had a direct line to heaven. Yeah, right.
We were given rules. No boys should be seen hanging around girls' cabins, and no girls should be found in the boys' cabins.