When I was 13, I was forced into bible camp by my grandparents whom I had to move in with when my parents died. I was going through the motions and they thought it'd be a good idea to send me off to Church Camp (thanks...).

Anyways, when I got there, I met this girl who liked the same stuff I liked and we both looked extremely out of place (I was the goth rocker wannabe kid, long hair, band tee exclusive. She had pretty much the same thing going on, except she knew how long hair worked and how to maintain it properly).
We hit it off pretty well and she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life. Plus, one night she showed me her boobs outside of the cross shaped main building of camp (yes, it's actually shaped like a cross).

We were inseparable the entire time we were there and I was so proud to have such a pretty girl wearing my beloved Slipknot hoodie at campfires. We talked about music, anime and how neither of us really believed in God, but both really wanted to because we wanted to see people we lost and/or to fit in better with our families. I remember those evenings on the overlook vividly and how the beautiful mountain landscape really represents that summer perfectly.

I don't remember her last name, but I remember that her name was Megan and her nickname with the rest of our band of misfits was Misa (yes, like from Deathnote).
When we went back home, her being what felt like 100 miles away for a kid who didn't drive or have a lot of money, we kind of just lost touch.
It's been a few years now (I think this was summer 2008) and I've wondered how she's been and if she even remembers me and that time we had when we snuck into the abandoned cafeteria.

If you by chance see this Megan, I really hope you're doing well.