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CAMP Essay Research Paper CampAs the big

CAMP Essay, Research Paper


Camp


As the big tour bus pulls onto the long never ending dirt road, the shouts


could be heard for miles around. Branches scratch the sides and roof of the bus.


Windows are open and the fresh summer air glides into the bus. The dirt flies up


from the road and kisses the bus? sides. Approaching the same old grassy


parking lot, emotions start to fill up. Getting off the bus, finding the bags


brought to camp, and walking the twisted paths, getting to the cabin is most


exciting. The door of the cabin has a moth eaten screen covering half of the


door. Rusty and paint chipped handles are on either side of it. They feel cold


each time some one touches it to open or close the door. There are thin walls


are covered in white paint which separate the cabin in to 4 claustrophobic


rooms. Under the paint, there are black marker graffiti from previous years.


Reading that graffiti makes you feel more at home, because it?s never bad.


There are two main sleeping rooms with 4 beds in each. Even though it?s the


first day, the rooms smell like dampness and sweat. It will only get worse as


time goes on, with all those wet bathing suits hanging up, and people sweating


after those hardcore soccer games.


Long winding paths with roots sticking up from the ground lead to every where


you want to go. The roots look like twisted arms and hands waiting for some


unsuspecting victim to cross it?s path and get dragged to the ground. There


are big leaf filled branches hanging over the paths to make a nice shady place


to walk under on those really hot days or when it?s raining.


When it rains at camp, people hibernate in the lodge or their cabins. As the


rain hits the tin roofs of the cabin, it makes a loud tapping noise. Outside,


things on the clothesline get drenched. From the window, the branches are


visible. They do a wild dance and slam against the cabin walls. Lighting


crashes, making the girls scream. The scream echoes throughout the girls


section.


Big and old sits the lodge, painted white with green window frames and big


wooden steps leading to a wooden porch. A silver metal handle is placed to open


the screen door with. The floor of the lodge is very weak and every time someone


walks over it, it bounces up and down. There are 10 white tables set around the


crowded room. On some tables there are huge pinkish splotches of juice stained


on them. The screen windows are scattered around. There is a light wooden porch


in the back that leads down to lover?s rock and the sailing dock. From the


dock you can see the dark blue water rippling all over the place. The big, white


puffy

clouds made beautiful shapes and gently drift across the vast blue sky.


Pine trees reflected in the water add color the water to make a more vibrant


lake.


All around the counselors lodge it smells like a mixture of men?s cologne


and cigarette smoke and the TV is always blasting. The rocky path in front of


the counselors? lodge leads to the even more rocky boat beach. There is an old


termite eaten dock on the beach and behind that is where all the mold filled


life jackets are kept. The sand is very rocky and no one takes off ones shoes or


sandals. There are a few sailboats gracefully bobbing up and down in the crystal


clear water and the wind makes them point in a certain direction. The old


volleyball net is hung across the swim beach where the sand there is really soft


and hot under the powerful sun. There is a rack full of new, beautiful white


windsurf boards. The fins are pitch black and very sharp looking, jutting out of


the board.


Soon, the end of camp creeps up behind you, unsuspectingly. The last night


there is always a campfire. People hug each other. The fire is beautiful.


Dancing, singing, bright red fire. Whip, whirl, wildly, freely, madly. Out of


control, snap, crack, groan. Inferno blazes with hatred and sorrow. Shrieking,


yelling, shouting blazing smoke engulfed hell, bright red hell fire. Sugar is


tossed over it to remind people of how loving this camp is to every one.


Staying awhile at this camp, beginning to relate to the wonderful life and


basically getting a second family and home, a life lesson is being taught day by


day. When it?s time to leave camp, no one wants to leave at all. No more going


to see the same smiling faces every morning, waking up to the same people,


hearing the same people laughing at you when you spill something, or hearing the


same scratchy voices sing grace before each and every long meal. The tears come


as the first steps are made on to the bus. Sorrowful sobs and whimpers fill the


thick summer air. Random people hug each other and make promises to keep in


touch, and not forget each other. As the bus goes up the rocky, never- ending


road, the pebbles slap the bus? sides. The crying gets louder and more


annoying the farther the bus goes up the road. Soon the crying stops and people


start talking and laughing again. The bus pulls into the shopping center parking


lot and people get off the bus and find their loving parents, get in the car,


and go home thinking about the summer, and every thing that happened to them. No


matter how many summers people spend there, they will always have an imprint of


that first summer, where they make friends. Camp is amazing.

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