Essay On Camp Young Judaea

Camp Young Judaea is home, it is a community that has embraced me since I was a young child. Every summer I attend this amazing place and take in the entire camp experience, the good and the bad. Camp is where I grew up and learned many things, and I couldn’t imagine my life without it. The people that I have gone to camp with are some of my best friends, and the counselors are always there for us. The activities are always fun, and whenever we start cheering, singing, or just plain shouting, we become a close community.

Every day at camp we are woken up and we walk from our bunks to the dining hall where, after raising the flag, we go to breakfast. Meals are very important at camp since they come with some very important traditions. Although the food isn’t that great, sometimes downright disgusting, meals are always something that every camper looks forward to. At every meal we are greeted by the roar of campers and counselors alike as everyone sings songs, bangs food trays
My friends at camp are my family, they are my sisters. I can call one of them at 3 o’clock in the morning and they will answer back to talk with me and help me with whatever I am going through. After living very close to them for several months out of my life, they sometimes know me better than my closest friends at school. There are memories with them that I wouldn’t tell to anyone, those memories are our private secrets, and some of the best moments of my life. Thinking back to camp, and all the good times I had, it cancels out every fight I’ve gotten into with the bunk next door, and every sweaty, overheated, boring Saturday I spent with nothing to do in the bunk. All of those hot days with no activities, those were the best days because I spent the entire afternoon holed up in the bunk with the best friends anyone could ask for. I would do anything for my friends, and I know they are always there for