Summer

That summer I went to camp at SABC like I had every year since I was 8 years old. My dearest friend was there like always and it was the only time of year we saw each other. My grandma dropped me off at camp and my dad was to bring my luggage or something like that... I just remember not having my luggage the first night... Anyhow, my dad came to bring my stuff and he wanted me to leave the camp because he didn't like that they were telling him he couldn't be hanging around. I told him I was staying and I walked away to the dorm so he couldn't follow me and let the staff deal with him. I felt bad but there was no way I was giving up my one week at camp just because he didn't like the people and such. I think he still tried to come visit a couple of times but I avoided him and would only talk to him right when he was forced to leave. I enjoyed the company of old friends and made some new ones. We had some crazy antics like playing Spoons in the middle of the night or getting mice out the trap. There were some emotional times too because the camp pastor knew what was going on with my family life and he would ask about it. I still didn't talk about it with many people. I recall having times where I wanted to be alone which was difficult in a dorm full of bunk beds. I'm guessing I went camping with my mom at some point during the summer. I can't figure out what else happened; memories are patchy.