Tabitha sat, letting the wind nudge the swing as she stared across the lake. She was never the hermit type, but she didn’t like people, either. Still, she found it easier to relax when she had a little of both in her life.
Laughter from some children playing tag pulled her from her chosen view, and she smiled. She enjoyed watching them as they ran around the open section of the camp grounds. Their energy and enthusiasm was contagious, and Tabitha found herself wishing she were a kid again.
She never expected being a camp counselor would be her calling.