tuesdayritual: The roses and greenery woven into a light-skinned woman’s bun. (Over Her Shoulder)
1. Have you ever been to summer camp?

Yes. My mother was a single parent who worked full-time. Every summer from preschool through to eighth grade was spent in day-camp. I did two stints in a sleepaway camp where I could ride horses every day. By about fifth grade, I limited myself exclusively to theater camp (minus the one summer I limited myself exclusively to skateboarding camp; I was too afraid to get on my board, so I mostly just read Teen Vogue, learned Texas Hold ’Em, and became the little sister of the group).

By the time I was entering ninth grade, I threw a fit at the idea of one more summer spent getting tan and Mom reluctantly agreed to let me stay home. My “summer camp” that year was spent writing play-by-post roleplays on GaiaOnline.

2. Have you ever made a s’more?

No. Not a full one. I hate marshmallows, but I roast them for other people’s double-decker s’mores.

3. Have you ever slept under the stars (no tent/tarp)?

Yes. We did have a little half-tent just to keep the coyotes at bay, but we could look straight up into the stars. It was magical.

4. Have you ever had a member of the opposite sex sleepover at your house?

Yes. In fact, he’s there right now!

My mom did start allowing my dates to sleep over when I was about eighteen/nineteen, so long as we stayed in separate rooms. ...There may have been some circumnavigation of those rules.

At this point, I have a fiancé, who lives with me. It would be very old-fashioned if he had never stayed the night.

5. What type of bed do you have (queen, twin, bunk, etc.)?

A king-sized mattress with this simple, plush frame in gold and navy (no longer available). Both Thugboi (the fiancé) and I think the frame is simply too big for the room we’re in right now, though, and we hate our mattress. (Not that you can argue with a free, unused mattress.) So we’ll see how long this arrangement lasts!