Every year always starts the same. Each January my whole extended family packs up for a week and goes on a camping trip. It’s been an annual trip for as long as I can remember, and something I find myself yearning for throughout the year. A week without phone service, rinsing off in the ocean, sitting in the same chair for hours on end reading, cooking instant ramen and pools that are somehow always infested with caterpillars. It’s my families tradition, and we love it. Summer has always been a reflective time for me. Being away from the pressures school always made me realise how introverted I was. Without a 8-3 school day, I was able to recharge myself and take a proper look over the past year. How had I been? Was I improving myself? Was I “better” this year than the year before? Mostly the questions were superficial, but by the time school went back in February I was always sure of one thing: this would be the best year ever. Our camps …
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