Catholic Camp
I’ll never forget the Summer I went to Catholic Camp, I was young and so talented, I had found a way to get Father ( a catholic priest) to not pay for my little sister to go to Camp so I wouldn’t have my little sister behind me ugh, so I went to Catholic camp without my sister. (of course if it were today I would let her come, I love her now)
Yes that summer I Felt that God had chosen me and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life, of course looking back now I realize that God did not choose me and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life, *sigh* Im nothing short of a total failure. Catholic camp was a lot of fun and it was the first time I ever slept in a tent, we played games got to know each other and got glow in the dark rosaries. Camp was great I learnt to properly pray with my rosary and I was singing songs and really feeling like God was the leader of my life.
By now you are wondering what am I talking about, well my dears I was getting to that. The day Before Catholic camp ended I was touring the grounds my and my new best friend who also wanted to be a nun, when we caught a boy and a girl tucked away in a corner kissing!!
I was out raged I couldn’t believe that at this holy place where we were learning about giving our minds and bodies to God there was a boy and girl here in front of us, giving there bodies to each other. So of course being the informer that I am I told every Father, and nun I could find, Yes God Dammit I told on them and I felt like a little heroine for being an informer. Later that evening we were suppose to give confession, now you would think being an informer and a person who is firm and just that I would be the first to confess, HAH!!
I spent all of confession in the bathroom hiding because I didn’t want to tell father about my addiction to Play Boy magazines, not because I liked seeing naked girls, no no not at all, But because I wanted to be in them! I wanted to be a center fold, can you believe that.
I had some how convinced myself that I during confession God was reading my mind and sending secret messages to the priest, kind of like how I told on the kissing couple.
Nobody caught me of course and till this day skipping confessions still haunt me, I dare say I have never confessed! oh dear, and the worst part is i have gotten over my dreams of being a nun but I still wanna pose for Play boy!!
xoxoxox Lauren O Lauren I wanna be the first black, B cup center fold for Playboy!





















