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Looking Back on the Camp Days
empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...![Returning to the Cabin in the Woods](https://lauracrobb.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/camp_cabin.jpg)
Returning to the Cabin in the Woods
We drove down the long road until it turned to gravel. When we hit the rocks and dust stirred around the van, I knew we were almost there. The excitement grew as I unloaded and rode down the pathway to my cabin for the week. Camp was about to begin and I would soon...![[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three](https://lauracrobb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/MemoirMondays_header.jpg)
[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three
Ninth grade. The whole idea of a new school left me in anticipation of great things to come. I don’t remember being afraid of starting high school. Moving up to a bigger school where I didn’t know many of the students didn’t scare me. It was a new experience. I saw it...![[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three](https://lauracrobb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/MemoirMondays_header.jpg)