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It began last night when out of boredom I decided I would check out the Camp Ponacka website and it turned out they had a delightful collection of pictures taken from the 2005 summer. Aw the old place, I often find myself missing the place and a select bunch of people from there. Select.
Then it dawned on me...if I've been able to find old elementary school friends on facebook, why not camp friends. So I began hunting. I started off my looking through two people I was already friend's with profiles, Will Goldbloon and Hugh Wallace and their friends lists and then adding friends that they had from Ponacka (at least the ones I knew). Soon I had added a half dozen people. There were also ones that I knew but didn't really feel like friending, and ones I didn't remember at all. And Nigel Goodfellow who I remember being a blond twerp and grown into a stud, but I didn't bother friending. There are a lot of people from camp that I totally don't remember their names but I remember them none-the-less. Like that redheaded guy in my Pathfinder's group...who was he? Or the McLease twins, I wonder where they are. Oh man, I wanna go back to camp, I won't be as awkward and pubescent as I was for...oh every summer I went there!
Actually I wouldn't want to be a camper there...I'd want to be a counsellor, and not of something lame like pottery and woodworking (both very lame) Oh well, this probably me harbouring a lot of pent up issues I've had with those camp days.
Then it dawned on me...if I've been able to find old elementary school friends on facebook, why not camp friends. So I began hunting. I started off my looking through two people I was already friend's with profiles, Will Goldbloon and Hugh Wallace and their friends lists and then adding friends that they had from Ponacka (at least the ones I knew). Soon I had added a half dozen people. There were also ones that I knew but didn't really feel like friending, and ones I didn't remember at all. And Nigel Goodfellow who I remember being a blond twerp and grown into a stud, but I didn't bother friending. There are a lot of people from camp that I totally don't remember their names but I remember them none-the-less. Like that redheaded guy in my Pathfinder's group...who was he? Or the McLease twins, I wonder where they are. Oh man, I wanna go back to camp, I won't be as awkward and pubescent as I was for...oh every summer I went there!
Actually I wouldn't want to be a camper there...I'd want to be a counsellor, and not of something lame like pottery and woodworking (both very lame) Oh well, this probably me harbouring a lot of pent up issues I've had with those camp days.