For the past five days, I was woken up and dragged out of bed an hour earlier than I'm normally up. I was forced to wear something that covers my shoulders and a hat upon my head.
I was drenched in UV80 sunscreen, handed a lunch box full of nutritious and delicious food, and dropped off in a sea of children - where it was expected that I would make friends, play games, experiment with arts and crafts, learn camp songs and have fun.
Although I would return home at the end of the day, dirty and smiling from ear to ear, every day, Monday through Friday I resisted this "camp experience" with every ounce of my being. Yesterday, I cried when Dad dropped me off. I told him I don't like it! I don't want to go! PLEASE NO!
I'll do anythingggggg!!
My counselor saw that I was crying, so I quickly wiped my tears, put on a smile and whispered to my Dad that he needed to come pick me up, IMMEDIATELY after lunch. He didn't. But that's OK, because I totally forgot and would have cried if he came to pick me up too early.
This is the necklace that I made at that Godforsaken place.
This is the necklace that I now won't take off, despite the fact that my mother is afraid it's going to impale my skin and give me tetanus. Last night I cried that I wanted to wear it to bed. Today, it was the first thing that I put on when I woke up this morning.
I really love this necklace a lot.
It reminds me of camp.