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Is it worse to remember things that never happened or to forget those things that never happened?

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Vincent arrived at the camp early as instructed. It was his first year as Camp Counselor and he was looking forward to it. An elderly woman with white hair, glasses, and a no nonsense look about her was there to great him as soon as he arrived. Silently she cast a spell on him which gradually caused him to change from male to female and become younger.

"Are you ready for summer camp?" she asked to see how the spell was progressing.

"Most definitely!" Vincent declared. Although the transformation just just begun, Vincent already felt the return of his youth.

"How nervous are you about your first time at camp?" she wondered as she continued to observe him.

"Actually I attended this camp several times as a child," corrected Vincent. His thought back to him time at summer camp. Somehow those memories seemed different but he could not figure out what was different about them.

"Actually I attended this camp several times when I was a child," Vincent explained. He thought back to when he had attended summer camp. Those memories somehow seemed different.

"How nervous are you about your first time at camp?" she repeated. It was clear she would keep repeating the question until she got the answer she wanted.

It took a while for Vincent to reply. He was still trying to recall his time at summer camp. Those memories were fading by the second despite his best efforts to hold on to them. One memory became stronger than the others. Near the end of the year, he ... she was dancing with a boy. The boy called her Vanessa. As she tried to recall the details, it seemed less and less real. Perhaps it was just a dream.

"Yes, I am nervous," the young girl known as Vanessa said at last. "I have no idea what to expect."

"You arrived early so you have time to meet the Camp Counselors," the old woman suggested. "I am sure you will have no problem fitting in."

Vanessa agreed. On her way, she took the time to explore her surroundings. This was her first time at summer camp and she did not want to get lost. The old woman watched Vanessa leave. They had plenty of counselors already. They just needed more campers, especially female campers. Since they could create more campers from the people looking for jobs as Camp Counselors, they had no need to worry.

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Is it worse to remember things that never happened or to forget those things that never happened?

Image - static.zerochan.net/Mihama.Chi…

Words Below:

Vincent arrived at the camp early as instructed. It was his first year as Camp Counselor and he was looking forward to it. An elderly woman with white hair, glasses, and a no nonsense look about her was there to great him as soon as he arrived. Silently she cast a spell on him which gradually caused him to change from male to female and become younger.

"Are you ready for summer camp?" she asked to see how the spell was progressing.

"Most definitely!" Vincent declared. Although the transformation just just begun, Vincent already felt the return of his youth.

"How nervous are you about your first time at camp?" she wondered as she continued to observe him.

"Actually I attended this camp several times as a child," corrected Vincent. His thought back to him time at summer camp. Somehow those memories seemed different but he could not figure out what was different about them.

"Actually I attended this camp several times when I was a child," Vincent explained. He thought back to when he had attended summer camp. Those memories somehow seemed different.

"How nervous are you about your first time at camp?" she repeated. It was clear she would keep repeating the question until she got the answer she wanted.

It took a while for Vincent to reply. He was still trying to recall his time at summer camp. Those memories were fading by the second despite his best efforts to hold on to them. One memory became stronger than the others. Near the end of the year, he ... she was dancing with a boy. The boy called her Vanessa. As she tried to recall the details, it seemed less and less real. Perhaps it was just a dream.

"Yes, I am nervous," the young girl known as Vanessa said at last. "I have no idea what to expect."

"You arrived early so you have time to meet the Camp Counselors," the old woman suggested. "I am sure you will have no problem fitting in."

Vanessa agreed. On her way, she took the time to explore her surroundings. This was her first time at summer camp and she did not want to get lost. The old woman watched Vanessa leave. They had plenty of counselors already. They just needed more campers, especially female campers. Since they could create more campers from the people looking for jobs as Camp Counselors, they had no need to worry.