In 8th grade, I had a huge crush on a boy in my Youth Group. His name was Cam and he was also in a few of my classes at school. I thought he was sooo cute, and in my diary I wrote that I was in love with him, aware of how cringy it sounded, but still believing it to be true. I remembered every detail about him, even though I didn't talk to him all that much. His hair was dyed turquise and we were about the same height. Of course nothing happened, but still. It was fun to have a crush on him. When he danced with another girl at the 8th-grade end of year dance, I was sad. Quite. But not heartbroken.
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Adventures of a Christian kid
HumorI was a Chrisitan youth from ages 12-15. Here are my memories. ____ All names changed
