Camp has helped me in more ways than I can repay. If I had not started going to camp ten years ago, when I was seven, I would not be where I am now.
I remember when I first arrived at camp, for the first few years I was timid and shy; interacting with my peers intimidated me. However, as the years progressed, I was able to learn how to open up more.
By my fourth year, I was going to camp for two sessions with new people. I became more talkative and felt comfortable talking to people I had never met before. If it was not for my counselors specifically, I would not have learned this. They offered a safe place to open up, and taught me how to create that space if it was absent.
Soon, I was spending more time at camp, learning the tools I needed. I spent nearly most of my summers at camp, working with children, a passion I found. I met people who became important figures in my life and still are to this day. Camp became a second home and family. I remember when I was talking with a teacher, I told her that I was going up to camp the next day for the summer, and she said, “So, it sounds like you’re going home.”
10 years later, I can say that I am proud that I have come full circle. I have been a camper, and have given back to the same people who cared for me. While I don’t know where my future will take me, I do know that I always have a home at camp
Tales from Chippewa trails…
Nia No-No Robinson – Age 17
(Guest blogger, Camper and Jr. Staff member)