**At least read Part 3~The Bus Ride*** I have gone to four different sleep away camps for the last ten years of and for the last 8 summers I experienced the absolute most amazing experiences and opportunities. Camp was the place that not only made me who I am, but the place that gave me a family and support system of 29 girls I can consider best friends and who seem like sisters despite the fact I have only spent a total of six weeks with them while I have spent 42 weeks of my life with others. The poems I post on this story describe how I felt the few months before my last summer at camp, this past summer of 2016. Enjoy... And I hope all the fellow sleepaway campers can relate!