Pity

Summer vacation, by definition an excuse to burn your schoolbooks. There is nothing like it, nothing that gives you the same sense of freedom and possibility. For me, of course, the only possibilities are in what I get to read and things to do that don't involve boys. Summer love does not exist in my future vacation plans. I believe my first sentence was "Talk to me after graduate school," thanks to all of my mom's protective preaching since the moment I entered this world. For a majority of kids, summer also means camp, away from their parents for weeks at a time. Alas, I do not share in that joy, not that I don't love my parents. My family, yes FAMILY attends a summer family camp. Pretty much we live in a cabin by a lake with 60 other families [each with their own cabin of course] with no T.V's or computers. Not to mention the outhouses. There are activities you can participate in and the lake is always a very popular attraction. All of the families that come come every year, so I've made good friends. Every year we just pick up where we left off. It's rustic, but I've been going there since I was in the womb, so there aren't many places I like more. The thing is, I'm used to leaving for camp the second school is over but with my new school, I get out a bit earlier, approximately twenty days, meaning I haven't left yet. In these past few weeks, I have had firsthand insight on what those people who don't have a camp to go to go through, and I don't envy them. Instead of wandering around a beautiful forest, being able to randomly decide to jump in a lake, I have been restricted mainly to my house, and spent the majority of my time watching T.V, going on the computer, and reading. Through this experience, I have come to have a new respect for those that stay home in the summer. Though, they also might have air conditioning and a pool. Those could make the days in the sweltering heat easier....