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I bet when you look at a tree, you don’t always know what species (type) of tree it is or the color of the wood inside. These are two things that people working with veneers can tell just by looking at the bark.
What was I thinking? I must have lost my mind … absolutely lost my mind. These thoughts and my carry-on luggage were my only company as I stared out the window during the five-hour plane ride from Los Angeles to New York. I was 17 and on my way to summer camp, the first time attending this particular camp, and knowing not a soul there. Why I had even decided to embark on such an uncharacteristic adventure was a mystery.
“Can I help you?” the saleslady at Charmingly Charmed asked. I twirled the jewelry stand, shaking the charm bracelets around and around. “I’m just looking,” I said. “I like that one,” Penina said. She pointed to a purple bracelet with sparkly heart charms. “I like all of them,” I said. “But I’ll be happy with even one teensy-weensy one.” Just about every girl in my class has a charm bracelet. Everyone, that is, besides me.