This all started at one of my favorite places in the whole world—girls
camp, where girls have fun and strengthen their testimonies at the same
time. I loved it there, and I want to go back every year I’m allowed. But
nothing strengthened my testimony more than falling down a mountain.
Well, I didn’t really fall down a mountain. It was more like falling down
while skidding on my knee on a steep trail descending from a mountain.
I’ll start at the beginning. . . .
—excerpt from “Falling,” by Bailee Eaton