It’s August and the drive to Camp Wabasso is long and languid.  This marks the first time my daughter will be on her own. I’ve assured her she’s about to have an adventure, an experience – one she won’t forget. It’s a big step for her.

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What if you had a time machine and could travel back and relive some part of your life? Would you use it?

And if you did, how far back would you travel?

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