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The counselors had decided to take the campers for a hike. We corralled them into the cabin and instructed them to apply bug spray because of all the mosquitoes in the woods. Left and right, little fingers squeezed out the spray, gradually covering each body. But not the mischievous Savannah. No, she insisted upon carrying her bug spray with her and zapping the mosquitoes in mid-air. Unfortunately, this also generated a large quantity of insect repellent into the air. Every time I took a breath, my lungs were filled with noxious fumes. I could taste the bitter air on my tongue. It stung my eyes.
"Savannah," I called, "Stop using that bug spray! It's making me sick!!!" Savannah scampered behind a tree, and I could hear the "sssssss" of the aerosol can. "Savannah, I'm warning you, leave that can alone. Either put it on your body or give it to me. Do not spray it into the air again." Before I'd hardly finished my last sentence, Savannah was bolting down the trail ahead of me, out of sight. I let out a sigh of exasperation. The summer ahead of me suddenly seemed to get longer.
The most distinctive feature of Savannah, besides her ornery personality, is her face. She looks like a sprite or a tree-nymph. She has a heart-shaped face, which is dark brown: a combination of sun tan from many hours of playing outside and dirty from the same thing. Her almond eyes are deep and dark, but almost always carry a twinkle of mischief. Her face is framed by long brown stringy hair that falls below her shoulders.
Savannah is a girl of few words, in English at least.
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Looking back at this moment on the last day of camp, I saw parts of myself in Savannah. That feistiness and that mischief in her that I both loved and could live without existed in me also. As she buried that familiar, dirty face of hers in my side for the last time, I said a silent prayer for her that she would learn to live in the civilized world while holding onto her feisty, wild personality. I hoped she would get good grades in school and that her parents would treat her well. I prayed that no boys would ever break her heart and that she would have a happy life. But, after a moment, our shared hug was over. Savannah scampered behind a pile of mats in the gym, disappearing like a little elf.