As a child, I was never the type to run around outside or play with their friends outside. I had always been perfectly content on staying inside, playing my NES™ and crushing every Zelda™ game I could get my grubby child hands on.
My parents, those absolutely wonderful people, took away my only source of happiness one day and wasted their money on some stupid thing they called "camp".
Now this camp had it all; swimming in a filthy lake, shooting arrows at some really run down targets, stupid games that toddlers would get bored of. And don't forget the murder of my older sister!
But the important part was my NES! I, as a young child of nine years old, fell in love with Nintendo™ and it's mass amount of Legend of Zelda games. The puzzles and dark atmosphere really changed my world into something I could only dream of.
Until reality struck when I realized my life doesn't revolve around rescuing Princess Zelda as a wonderful mute protagonist.
The Camp that my parents sent my sister and I off to was my awakening. It awakened a whole new side that nobody would have ever imagined to come to life in such a sweet innocent boy.
This camp had trees and flowers. It had little blades that tried desperately to grab at your ankles known as grass. Now, this grass was an absolute pain in the ass as I always ended up with itchy ankles and dirty feet. Stupid blades.
The camp also had this thing known as:
Socialization
It was a new concept to me as I had only met people in my school. And the town we lived in was so unbelievably small that you knew immediately if someone was moving ("Oh, Carla, did you see the sign in front of the Smith's house?" Mrs. Arlert would say, sipping her tea and peering over her glasses at my mother. "Why yes I did, seems they've had enough of quiet town life!" The two ladies would start giggling, confusing the heck out of me everytime).
Now this new concept brought about struggles that knew no end to me and this rapidly beating heart. Everytime someone would come up to me and say hello, my mind and body would freeze (leaving only my heart to start beating out of control). I knew very quickly this wasn't the thing for me and knew I had to stick by Mikasa's side the whole time during camp.
Oh and don't get little child me started on how long this imprisonment was. It felt as though school had never stopped and this was just a whole new level of hell (of course this one had strangling blades and this new thing called oxygen givers).
Four whole weeks away from your parents in a place with little air conditioning and absolutely no electronics allowed. It was a nightmare, but I was able to conquer this new nightmare.
It was three weeks in when I realized what it meant to be living a lie.
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Camp Shiganshina
Fanfiction*C O M P L E T E D* At age 9, young Eren Jaeger lost his sister Mikasa at Camp Shiganshina due to "foul play", as the reports said. They found her body in not so good conditions. Ten years later, and about to head off to University, Eren finds his...
