Forest.

This is my friend Forest.
He volunteers at camp with me.

We were having a good conversation with Jesse in the car just now on the ride home. Most of us grew up going to camp together, met each other when we were young (or at least a few years ago), and now we're the volunteers and support staff, and soon it'll just be our age group running the show-- we'll all be the counselors, the directors, everything. I remember running around as a camper nine years ago, thinking that the staff members were so much older and cooler than I and wanting to be just like them someday. Now it's me. It's weird to think about. We're growing up.