End of YC

So, after 2 days of eating, swimming, water games, rock climbing real cliffs (I made it to the top on the hardest one ^^) (I Only girl to the top of the hardest one the entire 4 hours we were there), a 10 minute nap on the gym floor before playing Human Foosball (omg, amazing!), doing a service project by the Old Mill on Orchard Drive, Human Bowling and distance and style competitions on a big Slip 'n Slide (AWESOME! So much grass in uncomfortable places), playing The Dating Game (blast), we all settled into the grass near the pavilion by my church building for a testimony meeting thing. (no idea what it's called...Keenan will tell me ^^)

I was like the 4th person to bear my testimony (First girl, again). "I never realized how hard it is to walk 5 steps to stand in front of a group of your friends" I said. I went on to talk about how when I was rock climbing. When my dad was tying me up so I would be safe, I kept asking him, "You gonna get me to the top?". So, I started climbing and I got stuck half way up, and I broke down up there and started bawling. My dad was yelling instructions up to me (he was my counterweight). I finally reached the top, I just kinda sat up there, and I broke down on the way back down. (I freaking invert-repelled! AAHHH!!! It's TERRIFIYING!!!)

I later felt as I sat on the grass waiting for the courage to go up front to come, I realized that the rock climbing activity had a lot of symbolism, for me, anyway. I realized that my dad was like Heavenly Father, he was there to guide me and help hold me up, but he couldn't make me move. I had to make the decision on where the handhold I needed was. The top of the cliff was like heaven, I felt that way when I saw it on my way up. I knew I was almost there.

I was crying my eyes out as I was bearing my testimony. I made my dad cry...-blushes-

I don't know, I'm just kind of rambling now. Sorry for my waste of space.