Personal Narrative: Eagle River

When I went to my Boy Scout summer camp during the summer of 2014, I wanted to go home right when he arrived that the camp. The camp was dry, dusty, and reeked of old smelly socks. I really didn’t like the environment because it seemed to be a little unhealthy. When we were introduced to our counselor, Hipster Haya, I knew that this was going to be the best summer camp ever. He was one of the most chill counselors ever and he introduced us to our campsite. Right away, I started to feel uncomfortable when I saw what we were going to sleep in the because the tent flaps were opened and there was no safety from the outside critters. Even though I didn’t enjoy the camp, our counselors were developing new ways every day to increase

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.

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

I live in a small town that goes by the name of Lafayette. The population is 4,500. Everyone knows where everything is, when everything is, and what everything is. As a child, my mother and I would go to a beautiful waterfall on a small back road when the sun was shining, when the trees and rocks were just right, and when it was damp and perfect for four wheeler rides. The Union Camp waterfall is majestic. The scenery makes a person speechless. We would always go when the weather was perfect. The waterfall is one childhood memory I will always remember. The activities my mother and I would do were always a blast. My trips to Union Camp waterfall are memorable because of the scenery, the weather, and the activities.

The most enjoyable,place that I have ever been to is Eagle Colorado. The reason I went to colorado was to visit my cousin Lou Ann,her husband Jason,and their kids Isaac and Ezzy. My cousin Lou Ann and her son Isaac were in town and asked my cousin and I would like to stay with them and we said yes because we were bored in clayton..It was a pretty long car ride but it was worth it after we got to Colorado.It was the most enjoyable place because of the beautiful weather,mountains,and kind people. I loved the weather during the summer because it did not rain or snow and it wasn’t too cold or hot.Eagle Colorado is a 6 hour drive from Clayton.It is also 135 miles west of Denver In 2010 the population was 6,508 people. The population of eagle has not changed much since 2010.

East Coast is known for so many different things; people, history, fashion, stores, and heritage. But the most recent trend is desserts. Desserts can be sweet, savory, healthy or unhealthy. Desserts make people feel happy especially east coasters.

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

My mom and I ran out to see what all the noise was. We see soldiers. Taking people and dragging them aggressively by the arm. My mind was filled with so many questions that no one could answer. Why are they taking these people? Where are they taking these people? Who are these people taking them? What are they going to do with them? Am I next? Are we next? The lost could go on and on. My mom and I went back inside and locked the doors. But the soldiers broke right through our door. At that moment I had a feeling It wasn’t going to be easy from here and on. I was wondering where my dad was. He had left off to work but I didn't know what they would do to him since he wasn’t with us. But back then I had no idea that morning of January 30th would be the last time I saw my dad. It was the last time. We were then told to pack our stuff and that we only had 10 minutes to do so, but it felt more like 5 mins. I helped my little brothers pack their stuff so I really didn’t have time to pack mine. The soldiers put us on a train along with the others, they didn’t say where they were taking us. I held my smaller brothers tight in my hands. I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where they were taking

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

I want to come to YMCA Camp Campbell as a Cabin Leader because I want to reminisce the amazing time I had back in the fifth grade and hope to spread my love for the camp back to the happy campers if I were to be chosen as Cabin Leader. Reliving the cherished moments almost 6 years ago but as a Cabin Leader responsible for a bundle of campers will give me a wider perspective of Camp Campbell with the mixture of past and present joy and putting on the Cabin Leader’s shoes and become an aspiring role model.

In Boy Scouts the new troop will always do a campout for the new scouts that is relatively easy for them, and is there to introduce new members to the people that are leaders and other administrators. I joined a few weeks early that winter and joined the other scouts at Camp Emerson. Camp Emerson, in the winter is a cold place with up to three feet of snow. When I took my first trip with the scouts, there was a record amount of snow. I slept in a tent that we had to dig out of the snow a few mornings, then hiked our way to the frozen lake to learn not only about surviving but prospering in the harshest conditions with little to no gear. This was one of the most insightful and miserable experience of my life, but to this day I’m proud that I thrived at the event made for boys four year my senior, and earned the respect of those same boys. While I loved the Boy Scouts it was time for my family to move out of California to a more rural community. After this momentous change I was disappointed to find no active Boy Scout community near my new location. I have continued my work with the Backcountry Horsemen, but my new chapter is far less active than my

I can not imagine spending the past thirteen years of my life at any other place. River Valley is my home away from home and I would not want that any other way. My River Valley education has meant so much more to me than the tiny, little third grader climbing aboard the large yellow bus on her first day of school would have ever imagined. Being a student of River Valley since my very first day of school has allowed me to be in almost each building, meet nearly every teacher, and make friendships that will last a lifetime.

At the beginning of camp, I was excited, thinking I would interact with new campers. As I arrive at the Steele River Playhouse, I came to realize that everyone there had already done plays before. I was an outcast. I befriended Grace, a girl who seemed to know everyone. When writing down stories at camp, Grace was always the lead. She explained that I was meant to be an understudy. A week had past and it was time to audition for the final showcase. I did not to partner with Grace for the audition. Being her friend was exhausting both

At the beginning of camp, everything was fine for me. I was the most popular kid in camp, because I was athletic, smart, and funny. I had many friends in the camp, and most of them were older than me. And when Asia and her younger sister, China, joined the summer camp, I was extremely happy because I was fairly new myself, (I had moved into town 2 years prior), and I wanted them to feel accepted. Asia was well liked in the camp due to the fact she was very sociable, and had a big, bright smile.