When I was younger, I went to a lot of summer camps. Mostly, my mother did it to keep my social life interesting during the summer instead of letting me stay inside all day reading about the civil war. She would have me fill out my own forms, and in the "race" column, she would have me check the "other" box and write human in the provided blank. My mother has never liked that question, and I loved the idea. I had all of my friends doing it. We were real activists.
It seems so much easier and more comfortable to be passionate about other people's beliefs when you are younger. My little spongy brain so hungry, so addicted to whatever people I looked up to were feeding it. It's strange when I think about the person i'm molding into. A person able to make their own decisions and follow their own belief system. I think that my sponge has turned into a pretty good head on my shoulders, and my heart is strong and gentle. My thoughts and words are powerful. I like the person i've become. That's such a good feeling.
