And Birds Go Flying at the Speed of Sound...
I can't believe that less than 11 hours from now, I will already/finally be at camp. Surreal. I'm scared. Excited, but scared. I don't like this feeling of my summer being over already. I know its not over, its only beginning, but the Natick part is pretty much over, and I'll miss that. I'll be away for 4 weeks. I've never been away from home for that long before. I'm scared of missing things, scared of missing people. Please write to me. You don't have to say anything exciting, but I love getting mail, and it would be nice to know I haven't been forgotten. If you give me your address, I'll try to write back.
Alana Frutkoff
CIT
Camp Hayward
75 Stowe Road
Sandwich, Ma. 02563
Or: go to www.ssymca.org/camps and click "email your camper".
I wish I had something good and inspiring to put here now. I don't. Sorry. But here's a story: A few days ago, me and my mother were talking about college applications, and she said they always ask how you spent your summers. I decided that, if they do, I will tell them this: I did not take classes and I did not have an internship or get a job or travel to some exotic country. I went on a family vacation. I went to the beach. I stayed up all night talking. I read until 4 a.m., and it wasn't even a book for school. I watched movies. I went to barbeques. I hung out. I was spontaneous. I played in the rain. I watched the sunset. Because I thought that's what summers were for.
And if it doesn't get me in to college, well, at least I enjoyed it.
Relax. Have fun. Enjoy summer. Oh yeah, and try to write to me if you get the chance.
Love, Alana