Gemotions

The spreadsheet blurred before Amelia's eyes. It was a Tuesday, and the mountain of data felt as dull as ever. Then, Mark, the new guy, mentioned "Camp Whippoorwill." Her head snapped up.

“Camp Whippoorwill?” she blurted out, leaning forward in her chair. A surge of energy coursed through her. She felt like bouncing.

"Yeah, my mom sent me there every summer. Did you go?" Mark asked, a curious expression on his face.

Amelia could barely contain herself. "Are you kidding? I *lived* there! Cabin Willow, the arts and crafts counselor… oh my gosh, the talent show!"

She didn't wait for him to respond, already talking at a mile a minute. "Did you ever try to sneak out to the lake at night? Did you know they changed the flag pole? Who was your favorite counselor?" She was a whirlwind of questions, her hands gesturing wildly as she spoke.