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Did you attend this camp as a 10-12 year old? Never in a million years did I think I would get to confirm what I remember. I've held this in for 6 years with no real way to confirm if my memory is true.

If no, you can stop reading here, as I am about to make a fool of myself. If yes, you can stop reading here unless you want to read me making a fool of myself.

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I went to a camp a couple of times as a kid. My mother was a very poor single mom and somehow got me enrolled into a welfare program in which I got to go to camp. The camp had an Indian tribe theme and I was in the Cherokee tribe.

So I got to go off on my own for a week. I thought I was the man. I might actually be cool because these were a totally different group of people.

Well on one of the nights there is a dance. I got dressed up as best someone could with no clothes at the age of 11.

No girls wanted to dance with me. I got depressed and I went down to the lake to cry like the little wuss I was at 11. (okay I admit, this was a tactic I used up until I was like 25) One of the counselors saw me and came down to talk to me. She brought me back and I guess she made some girl dance with me.

The girl was smoking hot, as smoking hot as an 11 year old could be. I still remember the hair, red outfit, and falling instantly in love. After all, she didn't protest to dance with an extremely growing awkward prepubescent me. So it was definitely love.

My confidence shot through the roof. I was walkin' high.

I asked her name. She said, "Ali". I said "what?" She said "Ali". And I said "what?" and she then shouted "Alison!" At me.

Then something bad happened. I turned to find her dancing with Jon Davies. Jon Davies was the only kid at camp that went to my school. So he knew how much of an unpopular kid I was, His mother once made me eat a grilled cheese sandwich and I did not like her.

And now he was dancing with my Alison.

I was immediately hurt.

At the end of the night, I wrote up on a pad of paper a letter to my love Alison. I remember writing about how Jon was dumb and he goes to my school and how mean he was.

How could you Alison?

I planned on giving her this letter before we left camp in attempt to sweep her off her feet. I hope she would write me and be my girlfriend in a weird crush only an 11 year old boy could have.

Sometime in the next few days we ended up at the same lunch table. Somehow we got into a fight over who should clean the table because it was both our tribes turn to do so. I remember protesting and my beloved Alison was mad at me.

On the last night, we have a meeting with an adult dressed as a tribal chief. We are supposed to do feats to impress him. I tried to put both my legs behind my head and failed. It was almost as humiliating as walking into the female counselors bathroom accidentally while they were taking showers(something I did that year too, I was a stupid kid). So I again humiliated myself in front of my dear Alison who I could no longer speak to and who I never gave my letter to.

So my question is this, are you the little girl whose name I carved into my bookshelf? The girl who until the age of 20, (what can I say-I was/am a loser) that I thought about as the one who got away?

As a side note, when I first saw Final Destination, there was something else very remotely "different" feeling. I never made the connection. Just like every other male, I thought, "wow she is attractive".

Until one day in like 2006, I looked her up on IMDB, and I saw she was from Cherry Hill, NJ, and her given name was Alison... She is the same age as me, so that fits... holy shit... could it be?

Then a wave of nostalgia flooded back and I remembered my Alison was from Cherry Hill. I remembered the "Ali" "Alison" conversation. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

So I've been going around telling my friends about how, I, a really fat and unappealing man may have once danced with one of the most beautiful women in the world. Am I delusional?

And fuck Jon Davies.

edit: I'm confused. She said she was at camp when she was a little girl. Yes, this would have been around both our ages of 9, 10, 11, 12... I think it was 11, but not positive

So close... haha

This photo will prove it one way or another... do you remember lining up in front of this dining hall?

Oh jeeze people, I'm not a stalker. You have one 25 year old memory and all the sudden peop.... ok yeah, it is a bit weird.

For reals, I just wanted confirmation that my memory was that good. That is all. Nothing more,

final edit: http://i.imgur.com/vvBGP.jpg

It wasn't her.

Thanks to Ali for being a good sport about it. :) Ya'll can downvote me to hell now for making a fool of myself... haha

http://i.imgur.com/1MiEx.gif

I was once being taught about how to avoid social engineering in a class for a job. We are in a small group of four people.

In the middle of explaining stuff, I asked the trainer as an example of how security questions worked and and I used a pretexting technique. I literally asked her very smoothly in the middle of the security question what her mother's maiden name was and she right out gave it to me literally right after she was teaching us how not to...

She went on and I told her what I did.

She got mad at me. I couldn't help it. I had read Kevin Mitnick's Art of Deception and I just had to see how easy it would be. There is nothing like social engineering your trainer in the middle of being taught how not to be social engineered...

Sometimes just asking works.

Gah, I'm confused. Was this an answer?

She said she went to camp as a little girl... Yes, we woulda been like 9, 10, 11, 12ish..... gah!

I don't remember the year exactly.

She is so far out of my league, we aren't playing the same sport... and she's married.

This is more of confirming a memory for me. Honestly, it is 50/50. I don't know. I could be completely off my rocker. It is completely possible.