It’s hard to express in words how much camp means to me, but I’ll do my best, so bear with me.
Camp is home, my happy place. Camp is family where being related by blood doesn’t matter, but love makes family.
Camp is everyone not being afraid to just be them, be nice, to form relationships that don’t occur out in the real world. To just be and not be judged, but to be accepted. Camp is everyone forming these beautiful bonds that tie us together forever.
I talk to my camp friends throughout the school year more than I talk to my school friends most of the time. There’s no worry about not being accepted, no debate over whether or not you can be yourself.