1963 February 5th:
It was an average Friday night around 10pm at the camp as all 11 campers were getting ready to pack up as the exhausting yet boring week came to a most joyful close.The moss filled cabin reflected on the dreary atmosphere of the camp the campers all painted with the same miserable expression on their face as they packed each and every damp clothing item into their suitcases that lay on the moss filled floor;the camp nobody ever liked.well..one child did..A child named Isaac;sadly he was in the camps last ever group to attend the camp to this day.why was this the last group u ask? Well this is the story of Camp Ashoka and I am Camor.This is the story of how I almost lost my life to someone who I didn't know was there.
