Living in a large family can be madness sometimes.

Living in a large family can be madness sometimes. But it's absolutely worth it.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Kamp Koinonia First Week 2013

So as some of you know, I went to a Bible camp last week (July 7th to July 13th). It was utterly fantastic, so I decided to do a blog post on it. The theme for this year was No Other Name, and the verse was Acts 4:12. So basically, the lessons were on how the only way to get to heaven is through Jesus, for there is no other name. I have to admit, though, I tend to see Kamp as more of a way to see my friends. Which is really kind of sad: I need to focus more on God and His word. Not to say that spending time with my friends is that distracting, because they're fantastic and definitely help lift me up. But I live on the western slope of Colorado, and most of my friends live on the eastern slope, so I never see them apart from at Kamp. I miss them so much when away from Kamp, but you know, I don't think I should get into that. That would be a totally self-centered post and I don't want to do that.
Throughout the week, I made sort of journal entries. I wish I could say that I kept up with it and I did a post every day, but the week went faster than most weeks and I only got two entries done. Sooo I'll share those, possibly fill in the days that I didn't write anything on, and explain things throughout.

By the way, if you Koinonians are reading this, know that I generally don't put real names in these posts. I'm paranoid like that. So if I put in a nickname or a middle name instead of your actual name, now you sort of know why that is, and if you'd prefer your real name, let me know. :)

7-7-13
So far, so good! The drive took about six hours rather than five 'cause we were in stop and go traffic on the interstate for nearly an hour and a half, but once we reached the campground, all that was forgotten. The day seemed a liiittle slow for Kamp (no complaints from me), but I know for a fact that the week will seem to whizz by. I've experienced this. [Goodness, that is so true. The seven days that last week felt more like three days.]

So first, I'm going to try to get more detailed on Sunday. We got to the campground at about 3, and went through registration. I was put into G-1, where the oldest girls are. In that cabin, Anne was the counselor, and my cabinmates were Brittany, Miranda, Ariana, Anne Marie, Rachel, Lauren, Olivia, Christina, Missi, and Courtney. :) That was a great cabin, for sure. I had previously met many of them, and I was so glad to have met the ones I didn't know before. Although Sunday seemed kind of slow, I was very joyous to spend time with my friends.
On Monday... really, the only thing I remember was working to get Nitrogen to a different cabin 'cause he wasn't entirely happy with the cabin he was originally placed in. Honestly, I didn't do much, but I did start the ball rolling, and I'm not sure Nitrogen would have done that on his own. Monday night was scavenger hunt, which isn't what you might think it is. Rather than looking for items, we were split into groups according to our birth month and told to look for sort of qualities in a person in our group, such as who can do the best GLaDOS impersonation. I didn't do anything, as seems to be usual. It was still fun, though!

7-9-13
I FORGOT TO DO A THINGY YESTERDAY!!! Sooo, I met several people yesterday, including but not limited to Jj and Viktor. I think I most likely met others, but I can't remember whether those meetings were Sunday or yesterday or today. Oh, actually, I met Jj Sunday. Whaaatever. Yesterday, I got my second ticket in very nearly almost six years. [A ticket is a fun thing that we do at Kamp. During the week, the staff writes tickets to Kampers for silly things like dressing up as a unicorn. Then on Friday, the Kampers can write tickets to staff, like having too few Ts in their name. More than usually, though, they get turned around on the Kamper who wrote the ticket. For example, one year, our director Bret got a ticket from one of the Kampers, Brett, for missing a T in his name. He got the T chair. (Having a whole bunch of paper cut outs of Ts dumped on him.) It's good fun. :) ] On Sunday, I kept wearing different hats throughout the morning, so Aimee wrote me a ticket for it. I'm so happy! ^_^
Today, my friend Lee pretended to be The Doctor and my friend Nichole and I pretended to be his two companions! (No one in particular) Aaand our friend Yuri joined in and pretended to be Jack Harkness sometimes. (But don't worry, no flirting took place.) We were rather hoping to get a ticket, so after Court we sort of stopped. We didn't even really think about it. :) Oh, oh, so Jj talking in an English accent all the time (not that he's English), and now it's affecting me. Like, I even think in an English accent. I only hope it's rather good, otherwise it means I'm tormenting everyone with a badly exaggerated accent.

On Tuesday the ninth, we did underground church. That's where we pretend like we're in a different time or place (which one is left up to the players' imaginations) and we go out into the dark cold world. The staff pretends to be law enforcement, and at the beginning, no one is a Christian. As the game continues, more and more people convert (get a Bible verse written out on an index card). You can even try to convert a guard! :) Once the horn goes off, everyone runs up to the amphitheater and creates a big group. Then we make our way to the building and do our best to not leave. The guards can enter the circle or try and entice you to come out, but they can't drag you out. If you leave the circle, you lose the game. This year, I didn't win. I went out into the game pretending to be Susan Foreman (a Doctor Who character) and was completely open-minded. If someone had come up to me and asked, "hey, do you have the Word?" I was prepared to ask, "the Word? What?" and then they'd explain to me and I'd be converted! But no one did that. So instead, I stuck with my friends Yuri and Jj and my two brothers, Vanadium and Nitrogen stuck with me. The five of us lost wonderfully together. But after five years of winning, I didn't care. In fact, it was interesting to see "the blob" from the outside for once. I had spent my last five games finishing the game from inside the blob, and it put a new perspective on it. So that was fun.

On Wednesday, we went on a hike. I'd say what trail head, but that would sort of give away more than I'd like, 'cause I'm paranoid. (Sam, Bobbi, and Josh, you have not helped with my paranoia. <--They're staaalkers...) I did get a picture!


That doesn't quite capture it, but I did my best. Then that night, we played Jewel Hunt! That's a game that I really look forward to when Kamp comes around. In the Jewel Hunt, you go about to each station and solve a puzzle or complete a challenge to get a certain thing. From station to station, there are monsters chasing you and you have to avoid them. At the end, the top three groups sort of face off... at least, they faced off this year. It was a sort of race last year, and the year before that, they had each group do a sort of fight thing (it wasn't that bad) one at a time. The prize is M&Ms. :) Anywayyy, my team came sort of in second. I think it's so strange how my teams almost always seem to do really well. I'm pretty sure I have nothing to do with it. See, my first year, my team won. My second year was the year we didn't even come close. My third year, we were in the top three. My fourth year, I think we nearly made it to the top three. Last year, we made it in third place, and this year we were second. Sooo, I dunno. :) I'm a charm, I guess?

On Thursday, we had the flour bomb war. First, let me share my friend Yuri's status on it.

"At Kamp, everyone meshes together and rarely argue about anything... Until Thursday afternoon. Massive conflict breaks out, the land is ripped in two and long-lived, cherished friendships are mercilessly severed. The people of Higher Earth don one of two colors and do not rest until the opposing army is crushed into oblivion or their own life has been crippled in the name of war. Out of the ashes, one man rises up and delivers the other army's coat of arms to their own stronghold and secures the enemy's defeat, for to lose their symbol of strength is to be called unworthy of independence. When this is secure, the two unite again, revive their wounded and once again stand as one proud and strong people, free from conflict and covered in flour."

I hope he's okay with me posting that... anyways, that, I think, describes the flour war perfectly. There are two teams, the blue team and the green team. Iiit's basically capture the flag. :) Everyone has their own opinion on which one's better, but honestly, I find them equal. So every year, I shift. This year, I was blue. Naturally, that means we lost both wars. Ah, well. I'm just not a lucky charm in that. :) Then on Thursday night, we had the staff talent show. That was super fun. I don't think I can even describe its amazingness. :)
Very much later that night, four boys from B-1 got baptised. Mitchell, Nathan, Jj, and Yuri. Although Yuri had a stomachache the next morning, possibly from the lake water that got up his nose, that was so awesome. :)

Friday was the last full day, which made me super sad. For seriously, last week was the quickest year at Kamp ever. I kind of don't think I got even half my fill of friends, which I suppose is a little selfish of me. I got a week, and I wish I could figure out why I'm having such trouble with being content with that. At least I'm signed up for a girl's Bible camp called Higher Ground in a couple weeks, but honestly, Mom and Dad dunno how they're gonna get me over there or back. I just pray that it'll work out. Anyway, that night was the Kamper's talent show, or the real talent show, and among other things that were done, Yuri and I sang My Eyes from Dr. Horrible together. It was really fun to do, and I honestly really want to do it next year as well.
Oh, and also on Friday, for supper there was what's called banquet. It's where you're allowed to get fancy and sort of have a date. The staff serves you. :) I went with my fabulous brother, Nitrogen, who failed to dress up because he'd grown out of his fancy things. I, however, had a really cool dress along with a cloak.

By Saturday, I definitely dreaded the drive home. Saturday morning went normally, apart from getting up at 7:30 rather than 7, we had quiet time for fifteen minutes (where you sit down alone somewhere and read the Bible, or pray, or ponder life), did calisthenics, and ate breakfast. But after breakfast, everyone's split up by cabins and we clean up the campground and pack. Then your parents pick you up. We ate lunch at a friend's house, then drove home, away from all my friends. I really need to work on making friends closer to where I live. Having all of them so far away is painful.

But anyway! I had a fabulous time up there, and despite what I may make it seem like, I adore my family, and am so blessed to have been put into such an awesome family! I'm grateful for each sibling, and I try to be a blessing to my parents rather than a burden. :) (As suggested by Bobbi:) The end.

Monday, July 1, 2013

June Electronic/Internet Fast

July 1st, 2013


Five years ago, I didn't do much on the Internet. Club Penguin and Adventure Quest is all I remember doing. Of course, there was computer stuff. I loved Paint, and writing stories on Word Document. We had a whole buncha computer games, Grammar Rocks, Clue, Carmen Sandiego, Oregon Trail, Explorapedia, ect. On my 13th Birthday, Mom let me get an email, and a HomeschoolBlogger account. That was sooo exciting. Then, on my 15th Birthday, Mom finally let me get a Facebook account. Of course, it wasn't really "finally", it just felt that way, and oh, had I waited for that day! I remember telling myself that I was not gonna let myself get addicted to Facebook like others had. The thing was, I was just not doing Facebook apps (besides My Tribe... *cough cough*), I was told that was what people got addicted to, not Facebook, necessarily. Wellll... I got addicted to Facebook. And not only Facebook, but the Internet, in general. I used to be such a bookworm. I didn't entirely know what to do with myself without a book. But before I knew it, I was an Internet absorbed teenager. The teenager bit freaked/freaks me out more, though. So in April or somewhere in there, I decided an Internet fast was in order. But I didn't want to stop getting on the Internet for school, how insane would that be? Sooo I decided to wait it out 'til June, the first full month of break. This post includes the month's events, day by day.

Day 1: To my disbelief, I actually had a nightmare about no Internet. It's so hard to resist the computer, with its luring hum.

Day 2: Finished Ender's Game and am now more than halfway through Pride and Prejudice. (I had already gotten pretty far on it from reading it for school)

Day 3: Almost finished with Pride and Prejudice. Austen's writing style is kinda weird, but I adore the story.

Day 4: Finished Pride and Prejudice! Loooved it.

Day 5: Spent the day at a cabin, so I didn't do much reading.


There was a creek really close, so Vanadium, Meitnerium and I spent a lot of our time wading in it.


This is where I slept with Carbon, Potassium, and Argon. Carbon and Potassium talk a lot!


Thought this tree was cool.


Cameras never seem to be able to get that cool effect of the sun through trees.


Having fun with the water. :)



Day 6: Got home this afternoon, but we're planning to go to a different cabin Saturday.

On the way home, I saw someone with a Jawa car thingy! So I took a picture of it.


Day 7: I packed for the second cabin, more prepared for cold and such this time. Anticipation rises.

Day 8: Hiked six miles with approximately 20 pounds on my back to get the cabin.

Now, I'm not much of a photographer, but it was so beautiful, and my camera was right there, so I used it.












We finally reached the cabin at about 6:30 pm. :)



Day 9: Forgot to read, but had a fabulous day up at the cabin!

We journeyed to a nearby trolley across the river and went across it just for the fun of it. :)




The river!


The trolley....


Daddy, Lanthanum, and Vanadium went across first.


The other side!



Mom wouldn't hold Argon... (Argon's the one on the right. I missed where she was clinging to Mom and so got her reaction to Mom rejecting her. The pink hat behind her is hers; it fell off.)



...So Dad carried her.


Dad playing with Argon while we waited for Lanthanum to get a picture. She had an old picture of her from when we'd visited before, and she had something cool planned with it, but she ended up not finding the spot.


There were some marbles in the mortar in the sort of wall thing around the fireplace outside.



Day 10: We left the cabin today, and finally got home at 11:13 pm.

It wasn't actually that dark, but the sky was bright and my camera had difficulty adjusting.








I apparently reached the van at 6:15 pm, because that's when this was taken.



Day 11: Read a little bit of the Book of Three (Chronicles of Prydain), but mostly just did some sewing.

Day 12: Once again, did more sewing than reading. Grandma came over to visit! She lives a state away.

Day 13: Spent most of the day preparing a letter thing for a good friend of mine. Also, went to the farmer's market in my epic trench coat.
To my dear cousin-brother: today's Juggling Day. I wish I had mentioned that in my letter, although it probably would have still been a day too late. Ah well, just know I thought of you. :)

Day 14: Went on a hike. Also, I think today's the first day that Internet withdrawal has set in. I was bored, and although I could think of things to do, I didn't do them.

Day 15: My left ear plugged and won't unplug. I'm trying to resist the hopelessness that's sinking in.


Writing


June 15th, 2013

I guess I like writing because it's my way of escaping. I've always wanted to to sword fight, fly, use magic, ride a horse through unexplored lands, and other sorts of things without actually being in danger.
We don't have holodecks, so writing's the closest I can get. I suppose there are video games too, but there are few games that are what I like. Legend of Zelda's the closest, except maybe Fate. Or Wizard101. Or, I guess, Adventure Quest, although if it were me, I'd wear more.
What I really want is a Pick-A-Path in a really schweet world with unlimited options. I suppose everyone wants that, though. Holonovel! What I really want is a holonovel. But alas, no holodeck.
I think I could write a really good holonovel. I'd base it off the only Pick-A-Path I tried to write. See, I had it start with you waking up in the clearing of a forest, and there's this path real nearby, and there are a coupla dudes travellin' along it. Oh, and in the clearing, there's this rock with a weird symbol on it, buuut if you look closely at it, it becomes a letter. :)
Anyway, it wasn't thought through very well. But if it were a holonovel, all I'd have to do is program the world and then all the people. Sure, it'd be time consuming, but it would be absolutely worth it. It would probably be really popular, too! I think I'd rock as an authoress in the Star Trek 'verse.


Day 16: Ear's still plugged. Also, Branzah came over for lunch today! 'Twas quite loverly.

Day 17: My ear is still plugged. I think something's up with my eardrum and hopefully, when I see the chiropractor on the 20th, he'll know what to do. Also, I spent a lot of the day playing with little pirate and knight figures with Nitrogen and Meinerium.

Day 18: I've been getting behind on my Bible reading since the cabin. I need to be towards the end of Nehemiah, and I'm in the middle of 2 Chronicles.

Day 19: We spent nearly the entire day on a hike! (The driving alone took several hours) I guess we're doing hikes 'cause Grandma's visiting..?

Day 20: Went to the chiropractor today, and he made several adjustments, including one that had to do with my ear, but it's still plugged.


For Kamp Koinonia and Ruby Mirror


June 20th, 2013

So I was listening to my iPod with my good ear when Don't Say Goodbye by Ruby Mirror came up. I'd always seen that song as almost a love song of some sort, but today, it made me think of Kamp; I suppose because I miss it so much.
Anyway, I thought I'd post the lyrics and explain in what way it makes me think of Kamp after each part.

You can say that maybe all the stars won't come out tonight.
It's like going back home and looking at the night sky after a week of being up in the mountains where you can see pretty much all the stars.
You can hope that the summer will last for you another day.
For me, Kamp is summer, so I always hope that "summer" will last for another day, but it's always just a week.
You can dream of all the maybes that could come true,
Often I wish that all "the maybes" such as visiting my friends from Kamp or my friends from Kamp visiting me would come true.
It's good for you, but don't say goodbye.
This one, to me, means that it's good that you're not always at Kamp (as sad as that is), but don't say goodbye to Kamp, come back year after year.

Yes, I know it's hard to leave it all behind like this,
And you wonder if it's worth the tears or worth the pain.
It really is hard to leave Kamp after the week ends.
There's an emptiness that stays with you for quite a while.
For me, I feel a little empty after leaving Kamp for several months after, and sometimes a month or two before.
Try to smile, but don't say goodbye.

Why do I feel this hurt inside? I can't forget everything you meant to me.
Don't you see that I need to be always right there as your friend?
Okay, so I can't really see how this has anything to do with Kamp....

There's a light that's shining brightly just ahead of you,
And I hope that maybe I might be a part of its glow.
If you leave I will remember you,
I'll wave to you, don't say goodbye.
These last four verses make me feel like that's what Kamp says to each person as they leave.

Sometimes I wish I would stop being so crazily excited for Kamp each year. It makes my siblings feel like I don't want to be around them, and I know that I can't let my life revolve around Koinonia.


Day 21: (My ear is still plugged) Saw Warm Bodies! I really liked it, but I wish the TV Guardian had worked.

Day 22: After nearly a whole day of anticipation, Vanadium got home from Encampment at about 10:15 tonight! Everyone's so glad to have him back - our family seems so very incomplete without him.

Day 23: My ear unplugged this afternoon! Wonder how long that'll last. Also, since Branzah took the little girls tonight, we watched Mama. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but that's 'cause I looove creepy movies.

Day 24: Apparently, my unplugged ear didn't last incredibly long. I woke up with it plugged and it kept plugging and unplugging throughout the whole day. Sigh. Well, at least it's unplugging sometimes. I don't carry any other news aside from the already mentioned.

Day 25: This fast is getting really hard. Part of me wants to end this early. After we took Vanadium to C.A.P. (Civil Air Patrol), I got to drive around to different stores. Driving's so terrifying. You'd think that after having a driver's permit for a year, I'd be better at it by now. (The reason I don't have a license isn't because I can't pass the test. I'm just bad at logging my hours.) If I am, I barely feel it. Goodness, I am so excited for Kamp.

Day 26: Aunt Sheila came over this afternoon and talked about several things, including the Constitution (she's been coming over on Wednesdays telling us about 1776 for this whole year. :) ) Aaalso, I played a few small (Internet) games, which broke my Internet and electronic strike thingy. *shame* Still, I'm going to pull myself back into the saddle and hang on 'til July.


Stream of Consciousness Writing


June 26th, 2013

I randomly wanted to sit down and start writing, so I did. Mom tells me this is called stream of consciousness writing.


I walk slowly through the large crowd of people that appear to be everywhere, barely conscience of what I'm doing and unable to stop looking around. There are mirrors on the ceiling, so looking up, I can see myself. I have a lost look in my greyish blue eyes and my brown hair (with purple highlights, I note) drifts around me as though I'm underwater or in zero gravity. There are colorful signs on the walls presumably advertising... something. Because of the wall of people, I can't see anything else, so my eyes drift to the faces.
The first thing I notice is that nearly everyone seems either bored or upset. A couple of them stride with much purpose, in large circles. A few people can be seen following those confident - even the ones marching in circles.
My mind drifts to the thought of following and I look to the person ahead of me. I appear to be following a man with long white hair and a bright orange shirt. Never mind, he turned off and a woman with short curly brown hair rudely steps in front of me.
I look down. The floor is blue, but the colors move like the surface of a body of water. My shoes are white, but the rubber over the tip of the shoe isn't as white as they clearly used to be. My pants are also white, and make my legs look fat, but I know they're not because I can feel the fabric rubbing against my legs. My hands are stuck into my very large pockets, and I can feel something in my right pocket. A small cylinder. I stop walking (several people bump into me) and pull it out, looking at it. It's also white (I must have an obsession with white), and has a promising lid. I pull the lid off and peek inside the small tube. A bright blue light pours out of it and I tightly shut my eyes.


Well that was weird. Anyway, sorry for stopping so randomly, my brain quit giving me ideas.


Day 27: Went to Red Mango with Lanthanum and my cousin Anne Marie, which was fantabulous! Also, we watched I Am Legend, not for the first time.

Day 28: Finally decided to skip the Chronicles of Prydain and start on Witches Abroad. I'm about a fourth of the way into it, and I'm quite enjoying it.

Day 29: I'm now halfway through Witches Abroad. I read a bit aloud to some family members, and they appeared to enjoy it.

Day 30: For a day so full of.... stuff, it seemed to pass by, for me, quite slowly. Anyway, after church, Chase, a friend from church, took Dysprosium to the bookstore, and Branzah came over for lunch. OH, and on the way home, we were stopped at a red light in the right turn lane, and this guy came up into the left turn lane and into the crosswalk, and (on a red light) turned right into the left lane. That was frightening. Anyway, after lunch, we found that Chase brought Dysprosium home! We thought she was gonna end up walking home. So we held Chase captive for several hours, which was fun. Then I sat myself down with Witches Abroad and (with a slight distraction by the name of (Disney's) Ratatouille), I finished it today! And at midnight or roundabouts, I... *cough* checked Facebook.

So that was fun. I didn't read all the books I wanted to, but I got to spend some time with my family that I normally don't since I'm so absorbed my own world. However, I doubt I'll do this again. (Mom might make me, though....) 

Stream of Consciousness Writing

June 26th, 2013

I was on an Internet fast for June, so this was originally on paper. But after I got back from mah fast, I did a post on everything I did. You can find that here.

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I randomly wanted to sit down and start writing, so I did. Mom tells me this is called stream of consciousness writing.


I walk slowly through the large crowd of people that appear to be everywhere, barely conscience of what I'm doing and unable to stop looking around. There are mirrors on the ceiling, so looking up, I can see myself. I have a lost look in my greyish blue eyes and my brown hair (with purple highlights, I note) drifts around me as though I'm underwater or in zero gravity. There are colorful signs on the walls presumably advertising... something. Because of the wall of people, I can't see anything else, so my eyes drift to the faces.
The first thing I notice is that nearly everyone seems either bored or upset. A couple of them stride with much purpose, in large circles. A few people can be seen following those confident - even the ones marching in circles.
My mind drifts to the thought of following and I look to the person ahead of me. I appear to be following a man with long white hair and a bright orange shirt. Never mind, he turned off and a woman with short curly brown hair rudely steps in front of me.
I look down. The floor is blue, but the colors move like the surface of a body of water. My shoes are white, but the rubber over the tip of the shoe isn't as white as they clearly used to be. My pants are also white, and make my legs look fat, but I know they're not because I can feel the fabric rubbing against my legs. My hands are stuck into my very large pockets, and I can feel something in my right pocket. A small cylinder. I stop walking (several people bump into me) and pull it out, looking at it. It's also white (I must have an obsession with white), and has a promising lid. I pull the lid off and peek inside the small tube. A bright blue light pours out of it and I tightly shut my eyes.


Well that was weird. Anyway, sorry for stopping so randomly, my brain quit giving me ideas.

For Kamp Koinonia and Ruby Mirror

June 20th, 2013

I was on an Internet fast for June, so this was originally on paper. But after I got back from mah fast, I did a post on everything I did. You can find that here.

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So I was listening to my iPod with my good ear when Don't Say Goodbye by Ruby Mirror came up. I'd always seen that song as almost a love song of some sort, but today, it made me think of Kamp; I suppose because I miss it so much.
Anyway, I thought I'd post the lyrics and explain in what way it makes me think of Kamp after each part.

You can say that maybe all the stars won't come out tonight.
It's like going back home and looking at the night sky after a week of being up in the mountains where you can see pretty much all the stars.
You can hope that the summer will last for you another day.
For me, Kamp is summer, so I always hope that "summer" will last for another day, but it's always just a week.
You can dream of all the maybes that could come true,
Often I wish that all "the maybes" such as visiting my friends from Kamp or my friends from Kamp visiting me would come true.
It's good for you, but don't say goodbye.
This one, to me, means that it's good that you're not always at Kamp (as sad as that is), but don't say goodbye to Kamp, come back year after year.

Yes, I know it's hard to leave it all behind like this,
And you wonder if it's worth the tears or worth the pain.
It really is hard to leave Kamp after the week ends.
There's an emptiness that stays with you for quite a while.
For me, I feel a little empty after leaving Kamp for several months after, and sometimes a month or two before.
Try to smile, but don't say goodbye.

Why do I feel this hurt inside? I can't forget everything you meant to me.
Don't you see that I need to be always right there as your friend?
Okay, so I can't really see how this has anything to do with Kamp....

There's a light that's shining brightly just ahead of you,
And I hope that maybe I might be a part of its glow.
If you leave I will remember you,
I'll wave to you, don't say goodbye.
These last four verses make me feel like that's what Kamp says to each person as they leave.

Sometimes I wish I would stop being so crazily excited for Kamp each year. It makes my siblings feel like I don't want to be around them, and I know that I can't let my life revolve around Koinonia.