18437 | Carson Campana (9)

Everytime I go down that road

It feels like a breath that has been needed after being underwater 

the rocks hitting tires as all the cars pull into the camp road 

Walkerville Road ,Peninsula 

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On all the cards I write to friends from home

but it's hard to find that time to write when you have everything you could ever want 

everyone

I get embraced by my second family

My home away from home 

My camp family 

My ten for two

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I wish life was always like how it was when I was at camp

the only thing I would worry about if it was color wars

If the rash I had was poison ivy 

If it was going to be a good meal day 

If I could ever get to see some of these faces ever again.

If I could go back in time to any point

It would be when I first met those faces 

Every single one of them

At the same very place that brought us together 

Walkerville Road ,Peninsula 

18437.