July 12

Ten years ago, I was happy. I was just another happy camper (literally) at OSRUI having a good time in Chalutzim and putting finishing touches on Yom Horim. I spent menuchah and a little time after lights out writing letters to my girlfriend. I guess it's funny that I don't particularly remember July, 12, 2000 as I had no reason to when it happened. Why should a random Wednesday at camp stick out particularly more than any other day, especially when I didn't know that I would want to remember that day.

In fact, the only thing I know to have happened on that day happened 500 miles away from Oconomowoc. And I didn't know until three days later.

Today, on the other hand, I'm a wreck.