ghosts

It's a little weird when a place holds so many good memories to make it magic but also brings sad thoughts that make it eerie. I went to Windy Gap, a YoungLife camp in North Carolina. It was the leader weekend for YL and it's also where my church went every Easter for 10 years. So, Everywhere I went I would remember moments with my parents or just with Dad and it was really emotional. I hadn't been back since high school. I don't remember which year was the last one we went, but I would guess my sophomore year. Sigh.