In the summer of my fifteenth year, I attended Girl's Camp. Hannah was there as well (clearly). Being a fifth year and she, being a sixth year, we both had the privilege of teaching the younger campers, particularly the fourth years. This included educating them in the art of making bedrolls, first aid, and cooking in Dutch ovens. It was also the birthplace of many inside jokes. Airplanes.
At Girl's Camp, at the end of your fifth year, you receive an award of sorts known as the Liahona. In short, you are observed and given a "point of the compass" (mountain, living things, rivers and streams, campfire, tree, stars, true camper) based on the leadership qualities you possess. The year before, Hannah was awarded with rivers and streams. She used this to introduce herself as a type of Pokémon.
On the first or second day of certification, we introduced ourselves to the girls to which Hannah proclaimed, "My name is Hannah, I am a water type Pokémon. This is Miranda. She is also a water type Pokémon."
Thursday night is the Liahona ceremony, and I was given the campfire. Almost immediately after the ceremony, Hannah approached me.
HANNAH: You got the campfire.
ME: Yes?
HANNAH: Do you know what this means?
ME: No?
HANNAH: You are a fire-type Pokémon.
It's a good day when you are appointed to a group of Pokémon. Gives you a sense of purpose in life.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Find out what type of Pokémon you are. You didn't know you were missing it from your life until you find out.
