Summer Camp

The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road. The sign appears before my mom and me; "Camp This Way." I'm so exhilarated, as memories from previous years flood into my memory...

I remember the early morning breakfasts, trudging down to the dining hall in my Nike slides and sweats, my eyelids fighting to stay open, shoving waffles with wiped cream and strawberries into my mouth. Making jokes with a little boy and girl, who are in the most innocent stage of life, which makes it all the more funny. 

I remember late night talks with my cabin mates, telling spicy gossip from our respective schools, rolling around on the cabin floor, laughing, covering them with blankets when night watch stuck their flashlights at our bunks. The most real and honest conversations I've ever had happen at camp. 

I remember swimming, boating, shooting, reading, braiding, singing, sleeping, all while feeling true happiness. No toxic texts or calls, no parents or sister yelling, nothing but the sound of kids together in the middle of the woods.