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When I was 13 years old, my parents sent my brother and me to a church camp near Palo Duro canyon outside of Amarillo. I remember very little about the camp, but I do remember going out to hike with an older boy. He seemed brave and adventurous and I was eager to go wherever he went. We got lost, but found our way back to camp just before sunset. Although nothing had happened between us, and very few words were even spoken, I felt like it was my first time being With another boy, experiencing mixed feelings of longing and desire, fear and safety because he never got scared. I wish I could remember his name.

Upon returning home my mother announced that my father had moved out and they were divorcing and we were moving away to her hometown. Fucking church camp.

image: Lost Scouts at Burnt Draw, 2025, acrylic, disused bedding, cardboard packaging on panel, 18 x 14 x 1.25 inches