I remember the Friday night football games and the sweet smell of hotdogs in the air. I will never forget the student section during halftime, screaming for the football team's win. I won't ever lose the memory of the cool nights and the autumn breeze as it blew across my legs while sitting on the high school's bleachers. That was home, and it still is.

My hometown wasn't Cameron, but right from the beginning, when I transferred to Cameron High School, I knew that its small quaint cozy little town would encompass me.

I miss the high school the most. I grew in that high school, it transformed me. Cameron made the rough edges of my exterior soft and rounded. I miss the teachers and my friends and my boyfriend being with me all day. I grew with them and they grew with me. I recall the classrooms and the trudging to class, in a hurry, with only three minutes to spare, but it was all worth it. I won't forget passing people in the hallway, goofing off and smiling. I love reminiscing the small things that made me smile in the school every day.

The people of Cameron were, and still are, generous and kind. The whole town supports the high school through everything. There was never an event or a football game that the whole community wasn't a part of. They take so much pride in their schools. They show their pride through signs and paintings that adorn the small streets along with their loud screams and proud cries for their kids. The people of Cameron love and accept the tiny little town for its character and its cute personality.

I miss the constant love and life that Cameron held in its little village. I can see it years from now, still the quiet lovable place that it is. I can see the people that live there growing old together while their children roam the streets. I can see my generation still staying up at all hours of the night telling stories and being hooligans. I will forever look back and remember all of the things Cameron provided.

It's been a few months since I've been in the town, but I know in the back of my mind, nothing about it has changed. It still looks the same, all of the flowers are placed the same way, the little historical antiques on the streets are still in the same positions that they were left in. This town, this high school, they can change anyone that walks through it, because it feels like home. The comfort of knowing that when you go home, you're going home to a town so dainty and beautiful, is quite uplifting. I cannot even describe the heartwarming feeling of Cameron, West Virginia...home of the Dragons.