The sky was full of pure white fluffy clouds and the sound of children's laughter could be heard from all corners of the grounds. The mess hall was buzzing with the excitement of campers and staff, eager to help with the cleanup.
I've gone to camp almost every year for as long as I can remember. Only good memories are made at camp. Camp is just a place for us all to cool down and relax. To just be at peace.
In June, when the camp sessions begin, I know exactly how it will start: Old friends will freak out, scream, and hug, and new ones will say hello. We'll lug our bags all the way down to the last cabin; our home for the next three weeks. The sun will be beating down on our faces as we trod down to the mess hall, seeking the comfort of the large fans. The week will go on. They'll be smiles, laughter, games, and fun. But all in all, the most important part of those three weeks is our growing relationship with God.
That's my favorite part of being at camp. God seems to be so close. There's not a moment when I feel like I'm the weird-o christian girl, because everyone else there is just like me. We're all striving to be better christians, and the staff is helping us achieve that relationship.
I never want to loose the feeling of camp. I never want to loose that beautiful peacefulness.
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