My friends from elementary school had gone elsewhere and I was very lonely. My parents had sent me to a French school and I was completely miserable the entire year.
Although I had enjoyed much of my experience in elementary school I found seventh grade to be much different. I cried so much on the drive home that my parents decided to turn around and take me back for a second week at camp. I had made some very good friends at camp and I dreaded leaving. I was fascinated by all the Bible stories and new information I was hearing about God from the pastors and camp counsellors. Since I had not grown up in a religious household, I learned about God for the first time that summer. I treasure the time I spent at Foothills Camp very much. My brother, on the other hand, who was then 10 years old, had refused to join me. At this point I had never been to an overnight camp but I was excited for a new experience. It was very fortunate that the week specialized for children age 10-12 (I was 11 at this time) coincided exactly with the week that the YMCA camp was cancelled because I was available to attend Foothills Camp for the first time. I’m unsure how that brochure came into our possession, however, mom and dad seemed very intrigued with the picture of a child waterskiing on the front page. As they discussed several prospective camps, my Mom spotted a brochure for Foothills Camp. My parents quickly searched for an alternative camp to send Alex and I to. However, in 2003, due to an overlapping holiday, YMCA camps were not running for one week.
Each summer we were enrolled in a variety of day camps (usually run through the YMCA). Both our parents worked during the day and did not like to see us sitting around the house. As children, my brother Alex and I were familiar with being sent to various day camps throughout the summer.
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