The spark
She sit in front of me and handed me what turned out to be a picture of me and my siblings at summer camp. While most people spent their summer breaks having fun, We spent ours, taking piano lessons and doing everything most children our age would not. “This is a photo of us at Camp kovlin,” I smiled, “The most human thing we ever did as children.” Camp kovlin was founded and run by Alen's Family, which gave him the liberty to do as he pleased. While my siblings and I only went there once, Alen was there every year and even till his adult age. I didn't need anyone to tell me just what Alen was putting the innocent kids through like he did to us. “Where are you in this picture? ” Margret asked leaning closer. “Oh yea! … I'm the irresistible young lad standing by the sycamore tree,
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