"My summer at camp" My camp in Cape Cod about how I didn't want to go home.

As I lay in bed before falling asleep, I remember going camping in Maine; the long van ride, wedged in with thirteen people, arriving at last at the bike shop and having a picnic, biking until we thought we would never be able to move again, piling on top of each other and singing as our counselor played his guitar, watching the boys wrestle and wondering why they would subject themselves to pain for fun, …

…I lay in bed before falling asleep, I remember Final Campfire; Sitting beside Jacinta, my friend and counselor, digging my toes and fingers into the sand of the beach, standing up and speaking before the entire camp, singing along with all the songs chosen by my bunkmates, falling asleep surrounded by friends, waking for the story at the end, hugging my counselors and friends as the embers faded and everyone slowly returned to their cabins.