Posted: 2 days ago
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This is the story of the boys who loved you, who loved you now and loved you then. And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you, and some just laid around in bed. Some had crumbled straight to your knees, did it cruel, did it tenderly. Some had crawled their way into your apart to rend your ventricles apart. This is the story of the boys who loved you.
(Source: lovewillwait)
I remembered I had the speech we made at my last Girls Sing at sleepaway camp. Incase I ever lose it somehow, I want to make sure I have it somewhere else. So, it’s going here. Those were the best days of my life.
“There are 24 hours of the day. There are 24 girls of the Upper Teens. Each hour, like each girl, tells something different involving the past, the present, and the future. Each girl came with a different past, but with the experience camp has given us, 24 girls will share a present and a future.
Looking back we cannot comprehend how 8 years could’ve passed by so quickly. Sitting here we realize that these past years have not been lost, but instead transformed into everlasting memories. Lokanda has been our childhood home and will continue to leave an impression in our hearts for the rest of our lives.
Through out our summers spent here, together the five of us have witnessed never-ending change. What was once a great counselor is now a best friend. Sing, which was once for the victory is now for the unity of our division with the limited time we have left. Every summer something else is being added or replaced. It is hard to imagine that once we leave this home which means everything to us, it will continue to change as if we had never been here to begin with.
With the clock ticking before us, as time tries to push us away, our love for each other will eternally keep us together. This indescribable love we share can only be understood by those lucky enough to live inside the gates of Camp Lokanda. Who else sleeps next to you each day? Who else sees you at your worst and at your greatest? Who else shares your laughter, your tears, and best of all your lifelong sisterhood? Who else can possibly know you better than your camp friends? Our childhood is ending, the years have passed by too quickly, and we are not yet ready to say goodbye.
In 4 weeks we will not only be ending an era of our lives, but we’ll be leaving behind a family; brothers and sisters we don’t know how to live without. Frosh year I remember coming to camp afraid of what it would be like. Would the activities be fun? Would the food be good? Would the grass be green and the sky blue? How much of a change was I about to encounter? Now looking back, during my Upper summer, I realize camp isn’t at all the superficial fears I was once so afraid of. Camp is instead about the memories you take with you from the amazing people you come across.
No matter how far we look into the future we always picture ourselves back here with the people we love and the home that we share. The 24 hours of each day eventually come to an end as each day of our summer is slowly passing us by. The time we have left together is limited, however, for the days we now have left, we force ourselves to hold on. We wish we could turn back the clock, relive our greatest adventures, and memorize each second of time. We are the Frosh of 2000, the Uppers of 2007, and sisters for life.”
-UTG SPEECH 2007 ♥
I love people with stories. I love people who have been hurt, who have moments that remain with them forever, with mystery and a great peace about them.
I don’t want to be the first chapter anymore. I want to be Chapter Two, and I want to take them someplace. A place that Chapter One never even imagined. I want them to see the stories in me. And we can be new together. We can watch each other be written.
(Source: gingerbatches, via now-this-is-living)
