Forever by the Sea
Every summer for four weeks, since I was ten years old, I have left behind my friends and family to attend camp. Camp is my home away from home; it is my escape from reality. I spend all 30 days in the sun, running and swimming and sailing and laughing. The cabins are dusty, the showers grimy, the food nowhere near as good as my mother’s, but I don’t even notice. Or care. I am too busy being caught up in this dream where my lullaby is rolling waves and crying seagulls. There is something new to do every day; it is where I learned chess, how to sail, how to windsurf, how to make a fire, how to play pitch and toast the perfect marshmallows. It is where I have made unbreakable bonds with people I will never forget. I never truly go home at the end of summer. You will always find me where I belong; I am forever by the sea.
