While going to photograph campers, I had a flash back of when I was in 8th grade. Our class went to DC for 3 days, and we stayed at a camp. It was so fun to be away from home. We were free to run around with friends, and we felt like we knew everything. We stayed up late, sang stupid songs, and made fun of each other. I miss being a kid. As I line them up so they can look good in the photo, I notice how they are not even paying attention to me. I thought that I'm only in their lives for a split second, but I have created a memory they can keep forever. This is the reason I love my job even when I know they aren't listening to a word I say.
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