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was slightly comforting.
    But also majorly annoying.

Monday, June 16
    On the first real day of camp, when morning activities were about to start, everyone in our cabin was trying to figure out where to go.
    â€œTennis, climbing tower, canoeing, riflery.” Reb read the list out loud. Last night at dinner, she’d been the last camper in our cabin to get here, and she’d come in and immediately taken charge.
    â€œI think everyone can read,” Rachel told her. Tis had already left for tennis. Last night she’d come back to the cabin long after lights out, because she’d been hanging out with all the other CAs.
    â€œI’m only being helpful,” said Reb. “I want all the new girls to feel at home.” She spread her arms out wide. “Please, feel at home.”
    â€œYou’re so funny!” Brittany told her.
    â€œDon’t encourage her,” said Rachel. You could tell Reb was the kind of camper who drove counselors crazy.
    â€œCan you please, please hurry?” Molly was standing in the doorway, holding the screen door open for me.
    I was still pulling on my riding boots.
    â€œFinally! Now come on!”
    Molly took off out the door, walking so fast I had to do a little skip to catch up with her. It was a perfect morning for riding. Overhead, the sky was a gorgeous blue, but there was still a little bit of coolness in the air. I loved how fresh the mornings in the mountains felt.
    â€œI honestly can’t wait!” Molly exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since we’ve seen all the Pine Haven horses!”
    Molly was always excited about riding. I was just relieved that I was nice and calm, and that all my internal organs were behaving themselves at the moment.
    I didn’t feel at all nervous about starting lessons today. Partly because I knew we’d be reviewing things we’d already worked on.
    â€œYou think Madison will be at the stables this morning?” Molly asked.
    All the CATs helped out at an activity, and since Madison spent so much time on a horse she was practically a centaur, of course she chose riding for her activity. Why couldn’t I have had a sister who was ultra talented at basket weaving?
    â€œI’m not sure. I hope not. I don’t want her hovering over me, watching every single move I make.”
    â€œYeah, I know she gets on your nerves, but overall, she’s a good sister, don’t you think? Hey, there’s Whitney and Amber! Let’s run!”
    Molly dashed off, so I raced to catch up with her. Whitney and Amber were waiting for us at the bottom of the hill. The four of us had been assigned to the same lesson time, so we were all going to be together, just like last year.
    A huge smile spread across Amber’s face when she saw Molly. “Wow, you look so excited!”
    â€œExcited? You call this excited?” Molly shouted. “I wanted to sleep in the stables last night!”
    â€œI know,” agreed Whitney. “I love horses so much, I’ve often thought of becoming a veterinarian, but I’ll do more good in the world as a doctor.”
    Whitney was good at lots of things. Probably her greatest talent was letting everyone know that she was good at lots of things.
    The four of us walked along side by side, and we were all dressed in shiny black boots and cream-coloredriding pants. A lot of girls glanced at us as we passed the tennis courts on our way to the stables.
    You didn’t have to dress like this; it was fine to wear jeans and sturdy shoes for riding lessons. But I’ve always loved dressing up in costumes, and at this moment, it suddenly made me so happy to think that at least we all looked like expert riders. Definitely a movie moment.
    â€œMerlin is my absolute favorite horse,” said Molly. “I really hope he remembers me. I would’ve written him letters all winter if I thought he could