Behind My Mysterious Obsession with Archers

Behind My Mysterious Obsession with Archers

When I was about 10 years old, I decided to go to horse summer camp.

It was a really weird decision, given my complete dislike (and more-than-mild fear) of horses, but hey, my friend was going, and I was 10, so there you go.

The best memory I have of going to that camp (which, by the way, was a Christian camp, so that was fun for awkward, agnostic child me) was the archery range. Continue reading “Behind My Mysterious Obsession with Archers”