A Contemplative

When I was at summer camp, I was twirling around one of the poles with one arm. Nothing sexual, just out of boredom. I remember one of the boys shouting something about me being a stripper. I glared at him, but let go of the pole and sat down, for the next 10 -20 minutes, in abject boredom. Bare in mind that I was only 11 at the time.