Camp Carefree
When I was first diagnosed with Diabetes, I was 11. I knew nothing about what I was about to get into...I knew nobody with this disease. The only thing I knew about it was from reading The Babysitter's Club books...ironically, the character with Diabetes was also my favourite. So...I knew a little bit about the disease. I even suspected a month or so prior to my diagnosis that perhaps maybe I was.
Now, I was diagnosed on July 24, 1996. 10 days after my birthday. And right before 6th grade. My new doctor told me about this camp...Camp Carefree. Unfortunatley the deadline to get in had long since past. But she gave my mother and I the information on how to apply for the next year.
Shortly after I turned 12, and a year after having Diabetes, I finally got to go to camp. It sounds dorky...but that camp was one of the most amazing things I've ever done. I went up until I was 15 as a camper, and then returned as a CIT when I was 16. The experience of being around 100+ people...that are all like you...is amazing. You feel like you belong. You feel like people understand. It feels like home.
Every year, I check up on the dates of this camp. This year, the dates are from July 26th through August 12th... I'm currently unemployed..and I don't have any other prior plans during this time period. So I requested information on the Counselor positions.
I would love more than anything to go back to this place. Not only would it be a blast from the past...it would be like returning home. I miss that place more than I've ever missed anything before. Although I only spent two weeks a year there..I've felt more in my place there than I have anywhere else...
Now, saying I get this position...it would be rough for me. Three weeks away from Ryan. Hardly any internet access (I'd bring my laptop, but I doubt I'd be able to be on for more than a few minutes during break times, just to shoot out an email or a hello on AIM). I couldn't keep my phone on me to text my friends and family, except a few night time hellos. Phone calls perhaps on my nights off.
After being attached to such a Technological lifestyle for so long...it would be a very hard, but rewarding three weeks. I'd have to resort to hand written letters to and from my closest friends and family.
But I want to go back there. So badly...
Now, I was diagnosed on July 24, 1996. 10 days after my birthday. And right before 6th grade. My new doctor told me about this camp...Camp Carefree. Unfortunatley the deadline to get in had long since past. But she gave my mother and I the information on how to apply for the next year.
Shortly after I turned 12, and a year after having Diabetes, I finally got to go to camp. It sounds dorky...but that camp was one of the most amazing things I've ever done. I went up until I was 15 as a camper, and then returned as a CIT when I was 16. The experience of being around 100+ people...that are all like you...is amazing. You feel like you belong. You feel like people understand. It feels like home.
Every year, I check up on the dates of this camp. This year, the dates are from July 26th through August 12th... I'm currently unemployed..and I don't have any other prior plans during this time period. So I requested information on the Counselor positions.
I would love more than anything to go back to this place. Not only would it be a blast from the past...it would be like returning home. I miss that place more than I've ever missed anything before. Although I only spent two weeks a year there..I've felt more in my place there than I have anywhere else...
Now, saying I get this position...it would be rough for me. Three weeks away from Ryan. Hardly any internet access (I'd bring my laptop, but I doubt I'd be able to be on for more than a few minutes during break times, just to shoot out an email or a hello on AIM). I couldn't keep my phone on me to text my friends and family, except a few night time hellos. Phone calls perhaps on my nights off.
After being attached to such a Technological lifestyle for so long...it would be a very hard, but rewarding three weeks. I'd have to resort to hand written letters to and from my closest friends and family.
But I want to go back there. So badly...