When Heather was 12, she went to camp.

Camp Manitimono, 1982. Friday night, July 2nd.

Dear Diary, this is a brief resume of today's activities.

Morning dip, breakfast, cabin clean, canoes, free swim, lunch, horizontal, crafts, war canoe,

what fun we had a water fight with the Seneca's, free swim, dinner,

lecture, tuck, night activity which was bingo, Kaibo, teeth, and last but not least,

Frenching at the fork with Paul. To be honest, it was only my second time Frenching. I should

do it more often.

That's Heather, reading from the Camp Diary she kept when she was 12.

And this, this is grown-ups read things they wrote as kids.

I'm Dan Meisner.

Grown-ups read things they wrote as kids is exactly what it sounds like. Brave adults on stage sharing the weird, wonderful, and sometimes embarrassing things they wrote when they were

younger. This time recorded live at the garrison in Toronto, we have a pet bald eagle, a war between Canada and China and Frenching.

For some reason, we have a lot of French kissing in this one.

This stuff is funny, it is odd, and in some cases, it has a lot to tell us about who we are today.

So think about the stuff that you wrote when you were a kid.

And stick around.

A minute ago, we heard from Heather, who spent the summer of 1982 kissing a guy named Paul.

Well, Heather brought along more from that camp diary.

Here she is, picking up the story right where she left off,

the moment immediately after kissing Paul.

Anyway, when we were finished, I opened my eyes and the kitchen girl Karen was standing right

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