Can you only love something that you would die for...
HELLOOOOO!!! Camps are over, who would have believed it seriously! In April I didn't believe that I'd even make it that far really, and now here I am mid august, and am missing them terribly. Although on the last day of camp, I was quite happy to see the back of them, but once the tiredness faded you forgot about all the mud, and how all your clothes were ruined because of the games, how having a shower was a 30 second experience, that felt like a bucket of ice being tipped over you, how you had to eat a whole raw onion in order to get your team a meager 200 points, how you slept only 4 hours a night on a good night, how teenagers have hugly emotional problems, and how you had to throw a tantrum to stop people from eating raw chicken. No, all of that kind of stuff was automatically deleted from my mind and all I was left with was: How nice it was to be continuously surrounded by friends, and you were never lonely. How it was singing and watching the sun rise. How the kids loved