When I was fifteen, I was in Ventureers, which is connected to the Girl/Boy Scout orginaisation. Boys and girls, fifteen to eighteen. Any way, one day we were canoeing, adn there was a section where we had to float down the river sans canoe - tresting or ability to deal with capsizing. I'd done my bit and climbed out of the river at the point indicated, and for some reason I was skimming stones - and I hit one of my fellow Ventureers in the head with one. The guy I had a crush on. I still feel awful about it at odd moments, because it was such a stupidly reckless thing to do.
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Date: 2002-05-16 08:10 pm (UTC)