Camp Jackson

best friend, Mya. “Hey Serena!” she warmly greeted me. “How would you like to go to sleep away camp with me this summer?” I thought that sleep away camp with my best friend since diapers would be an amazing experience. “I’d love to!” I replied. Mya and I spent the whole afternoon researching sleep away camps, trying to find the right one. Finally, we found the seemingly perfect one week camp, Camp Lohikan. It had a wide variety of interesting activities, such as quad riding, jet skiing, archery

In my eighteen years of my life, this summer has by far been the most memorable. It was filled with many great memories during these past three months. This summer was filled with a lot of fun, excitement, nerves, and sadness. Summer started one week early, but other than that it was pretty much the same as every other summer. I spent a lot of my time working, with my friends and family, and in the gym. This year was my fourth year working as a lifeguard at the Winner city pool. Every year I have

I was already miles down the trail before I began to second guess my decision of hiking towards camp. It had been years since I had done something challenging and wanted to prove to the men, that were waiting for my arrival, of my strength. The weather had grown colder and the snow continued to fall with every step I took. Several times I had licked my lips, forgetting the low temperature, and would instantly feel the saliva hardening into ice. Prior to the hike, a man offered a hospitality ride

specific events that foreshadow greatly on my future. Many being recycled, so I remember almost every detail down to smell. Considerabl one major turning point in my life is when, I was given the opportunity to go to the Tim Horton Children’s Foundation Camp Parry Sound located in Parry Sound, Ontario and doing the wilderness program for the second time. When I think of this moment and these experiences during the program, a light bulb goes off in my head and I see the cues all around me that have

However, I will warn you, it’s a half day 's walk to camp.” Well, at least I won’t have to survive the night by myself. Before I knew it, he began walking in the direction he came. I jogged after him. I looked around at the peach orchard, it was so pretty. The leaves were a vibrant color of green, radiating

Summer Camp It was summer of 2013 and it was my first time traveling alone. I was going to Champéry, Switzerland. I felt excited because it’s a part of the world which I haven’t visited before. Going to the airport by myself and going through customs was a bit of a hassle, but nothing I can’t handle. When I arrived at Champéry by train, I had to walk to the camp which not that far Just a 10-minute walk. As I walked to there the scenery was breathtaking. It was so green and surrounded with mountains

I experienced many different cultures, ethnicities and traditions when my family lived in Thailand. We lived in a Refugee camp and it was not like an America society. Every month, a volunteer group from a big city would aid every family in the refugee camp with bags of rice depending on how many people are in your family. There were about ten schools in the camp which were public schools and Catholic schools. Schools and houses were built out of bamboo and trees, and the buildings don't last more

Solzhenitsyn’s One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich utilizes an authentic narrative told through a modest authorial voice to show the reader what life is like in a Soviet labor camp in the harsh winter of 1951. In this book, space and language converged in an austere union that rendered time the most defining theme, and yet also utterly meaningless. Language is the unifying force that retains the characters’ humanity, yet ironically also stripping them of it in certain contexts. Space is conveyed

During the Summer of ***** I made my way to training camp. The sweltering Summer air was unforgiving. It felt like a cloud of heat was just entrapping me wherever I went. I had to travel for what seemed like days to reach the training camp. The buses were infrequent and covered in filth. The insides of those buses were almost twenty degrees warmer than the outside. I literally fought people to be next to the windows because I was sure that if the bullets weren’t going to kill me, the heat exhaustion

memorizing a poem, or in books because I generally have nothing to do. All I want is to go back to the time that I explored something every day. With a friend or just with my family. Summer was great. I also had my first experience at an overnight summer camp. Let me tell you more about that. The car ride to the buses was filled with emotion. It was the first time that I would leave my family for a whole week. I was still in the 7th grade so that was a big wave of independence instantly coming my way.