Camp Lake
Eight camp counsellors. One murder.
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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.
We would have killed ourselves in some standoff with the government, probably, or just all died from jealousy. We were too young, though, so we were a church youth group instead. If we had been our parents’ age, we would have made the second Jonestown, we’d’ve been having mass babies and rewriting the Bible like David Koresh.
I think we were more religious than our parents were. They were more sane. They were more restrained. I used to think—at the time—that they would be quite surprised if they found out what was going on on our weekend sleepovers, weekend retreats, week-long mission trips. I was pretty sure at the time they wouldn’t be happy about it. With about a decade of reflection, I am now sure that if they had known what we were doing, or if they ever find out, they would be horrified.
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