I think every year since I was eight, it has been camp. I've been going to the same camp for 14 years, first as a camper and then as staff. My family has moved around a lot, so Camp is the place I've grown up. It has my childhood friends, and I know every inch of it like the back of my hand. I can walk from one end of camp to the other without a flashlight when there's no full moon and not trip (or not trip much).
The sights, the smells, the lake, the songs... it all cements into the place where I've grown up and where I've sunk my roots into.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
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