1. What I Hate The Most
... . I hate that every night, this being my first summer home, I thought about what my camp friends were doing in Pennsylvania while I was home in East Meadow. I will never forget the friends I made there but it's just so hard to hear that they had the most amazing summer and I wasn't there. I hate that I missed every minute of my first summer as a counselor. I hate listening to ... about my past summers at Camp Poyntelle Lewis Village and no matter how amazing my summers in the future are, they will never compare to the times I had there. I always ask myself why things have to change. I wi...
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