Lost In A Daydaram : A Lost In A Daydream

A.j Ranch is a beautiful place it has horses, stables, a rodeo arena, campsite and much more. We stayed in a little cabin, in the woods on their property. It was really small, there were four bunk beds, and a loft. Our troop leader Tabitha Amelia’s mom, and Emma’s mom and Bella’s moms stayed up in the loft, there was three cots. Back on the main floor my troup (a total of 8 girls) slept in bunks. Hailee and I shared a bunk. I slept on the bottom bunk , and Hailee on the top.

A.j Ranch is a beautiful place it has horses, stables, a rodeo arena, campsite and much more. We stayed in a little cabin, in the woods on their property. It was really small, there were four bunk beds, and a loft. Our troop leader Tabitha, and Emma’s and Bella’s moms stayed up in the loft, there was three cots. Back on the main floor my troup (a total of 8 girls) slept in bunks. Hailee and I shared a bunk. I slept on the bottom bunk , and Hailee on the top.

As I sit on the floor of my bedroom, I prepare myself for a life changing week. My dark black suitcase is right next to me. I have my packing list in one hand and a red pen in the other. I cross out the items that I already have. I make sure that I have everything I need for a week at summer camp. Every summer since 5th grade, I have gone to Skyview Ranch in Millersburg, Ohio. It is a week of laughing until my stomach hurts and powerful words that change my mind forever.

When Taps played the laughter ceased, cabin lights turned off and the camp became silent. Taps was a song that campers respected, but had come to dread, as it marked the ending of an exciting day at Camp Onaway. As I stood outside of cabin two listening to Taps play, I couldn’t keep the tears in. I knew that I was hearing it for the last time as a camper. The other chiefs (last year campers) and I walked past the cabins singing a goodnight song, but all I noticed were the soft giggles and shuffling feet of campers moving their mattresses to the floor. It had always been a tradition for campers to sleep on the floor together during their last night of camp, but it was not one that I had ever truly appreciated until that moment. For most campers,

It was a balmy July morning when my family and I drove out to Lycoming College to begin my week at PFEW. An uneasy feeling set in as I realized that I will be surrounded by strangers in an uncommon environment for a whole seven days. Adding onto this stress was the fact that I have never been away from my parents for more than one night. Upon my arrival, all of the camp participants were ushered to a large auditorium and given a welcome presentation. Looking around at all the unfamiliar faces, I felt the urge to call my parents and avoid

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

life in the camp, feeling pains that are not comprehendible. The way his story is told, it

Any who, forget the bug bites. There are cabins that you sleep in; they separate the boys and girls, so don't ask that question. Once that's done, they split those two groups into even smaller groups; more like teams.

Saturday night her girls were acting even crazier than usual. They seemed to bounce of the walls of the cabin, and she was relieved when the bell rang for the campfire line call. She gathered her but they could not stand still, and by the time they

The author experienced the culture shock all new recruits receive during their initial basic training. James’s physical conditioning prior to enlisting into the Army proved to be a valuable asset, due to the physically demanding rigors associated with military training. The author’s physical presence and life experiences equated to admiration from the younger recruits. Affectionate memories were made teaching the younger recruits exercises and submission holds during down time from training. It was at this point in the author’s life that he knew he wanted a profession in which he could help others. Upon completion of Basic Training, and Advanced Individual training, James saw his parents again, whom he had not seen in several years. The author was pleased to see his ever loving mother who was radiating in pride of her son’s life journey thus far. The author’s father stated that it was about time his son had done something worth meaning. During James’s adolescence this comment may have

My mom continued driving down the road to the camp. My anxiety got worse as the minutes went by. I kept thinking that things would go wrong. Maybe I would break my phone on accident. Maybe the upperclassmen would be mean.

I awoke on a cool summer morning, at first I wasn't completely there but then, a chill of excitement ran down my spine as I realized my family was going camping today. I ran down stairs past the mountains of camping supplies and clothes to talk to my parents in the kitchen. They said we were leaving soon and that I should start packing all of the supplies into our trusty old Ford Expedition. After about 20 minutes of packing our SUV to the brim with all of the things we would need to survive in the wilderness for a few days, we said goodbye to our three cats and headed for Steelville Missouri.

eyes and I had did nothing”(37). It shows how living in a camp really changed people and usually

These men are animals. They are filthy, rude, aggressive, and they smell as if they have never showered in their life. In reality, they haven’t showered since the last camp in Concord. I loved that camp as much as my home. The kitchens were larger and cleaner, and it was closest to home. I miss my husband and kids so much. I miss being able to watch them grow up, and I miss their company and love. Not being able to share memories with them is what hurts me the most. Here I fall asleep on a metal cot with no comfort to allow me to sleep sweetly. However, I do not regret leaving as a spy in Eli’s place. I cannot bear to see him suffer with his crippled leg. Through my dreams of home, I am able to escape the horror and disrespect I obtain here

The journey to the camps have been brutal. It all started on a cold and very snowy day. I remember the day clearly because the sky seemed be a little darker than normal. It was like I was walking through a dark gloomy cave with no flashlight or a sense of how to get out. I was almost home to my two children when I had the feeling I was being followed. I turned around and as fast as a cheetah running through the valley I was kidnapped by the T-2’s. The last thing I remember was my kids screaming bloody murder and the dark sky looking down at me. The camps are everything I imagined and more, but in the worst way. When I got to the camp it was the coldest it had been all year. The T-2’s treated us like animals. No human being should be treated