Hey all, there was something deep and dark that i wanted to post about from a nightmare i was given 2 weeks ago, but i can't remember what the hell it was. But last night, my dearest and i were telling camp stories, and i shared this one with her. There may be more of the same posts like this relating to the 7 deadly sins, but i really don't recollect me breaking all seven, because greed was never a part of my life.

When i was about 9 years old, my folks sent my sister and i to camp for aout 7 days. I immediately made friends on the bus, and some at the camp too, however to my recollection i don't think i was even trying to find friends, i think i was pounded by a tsunami of confusion, not knowing why i was going to camp or if it was my will. We started camp on Friday morning and ended the next Sunday. We formed groups of 5 for the Saturday talent show, i really like the boys i was with, there was a straggler in the mix, he associated himself with us, but i never thought of him.

Sunday morning, the last day of camp, my camp counselor came to wake me up we stayed up late talking with the girls from the other building from the same camp. I wore my new green Star Wars shirt, in fact i was saving it for that last day, it was the only shirt out of the whole store i wanted. As i sat down to eat breakfast alongside my counselor and friends, the straggler was there sitting across from me drinking his milk, he pounded it down on the table and it splashed all over me and my favorite shirt. Something happened inside myself, and i jumped over the table at him and beat the shit outta him. I did have a fiery temper at a young age, but it never manifested itself in physical violence, i had no idea where it came from, but i do now. Wrath is definitely my sin. And i carry my metaphysical cross eternally because of it.