For people who haven’t spent their childhood summers at camp, I’m sorry. Now that I pack my things ready to go back to college, I have come to realize that my camp friends get me in ways, that other people couldn’t no matter how hard they tried. There is something special about the bonds formed at camp. I say it all the time, as does everyone else who has had the experience of going to camp, that camp friends, are the best friends and I would not be where I am now without them.
To my camp friends,
Thank you for our jam sessions in the car, some songs will never be the same again. Thank you for being there at all hours of the night, not only just in the summer. Thank you for listening to me when I cried, and giving me advice, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Thank you for still supporting me when I did the opposite of the advice you gave me.
Thank you for always resurfacing things I forgot about from many summers past. Thank you for always getting angrier at the things I’m angry about. Thank you for always being just as competitive as I am. Thank you for doing really dumb things with me. Thank you for finishing my sentences. Thank you for constantly making me laugh until my stomach hurts.
Thank you for returning to our home away from home with me, even though we all soon have to go into the “real world.”
Thank you for making the past 13 years unforgettable.



















