I don't remember ever having a real conversation with my parents, siblings, or anyone really until I was ten. I was ten the summer of 2007; my first year at summer camp.
Each summer I've spent at YMCA Camp Tippecanoe has made me stronger than I was the year before. Each summer I'm faced with a new obstacle. And each summer I go home happier than I've ever been.
Yeah, times get tough and yeah, I can't help but cry most of the time, but each of those tough times have made me who I am today.
I'm a Counselor In Training at this camp and there is truly no better pay than Sunshine and Smiles.
Around October, all of the happiness of Camp has departed and I get really down on life. So by time June comes back around, I'm basically at my breaking point. The first few days I have horrible body language and snap pretty fast at some people, but I get better with help. And I'm dreaming of the day when the \"Camp Kasey\" will be the \"Everywhere Kasey.\"
Through-out the year I try to have as many camp-related experiences as possible and try to tell more stories and keep more secrets.
Summer 2013 will be the seventh year and it may just be September, but I feel that June will bring no tears this year.