Someone once told me that friends are like four leaf clovers, hard to find but lucky to have. Since I started camp, I haven’t found any four-leaf clovers, but instead I now have a Crane Lake family. My friends are crazy, weird, and I love them all. Before camp I didn’t understand how friends could be so close that just a look would be a whole conversation. Throughout the years, friends have come and gone, but the one’s who have stayed will stay forever. My camp friends are more like family to me than friends.
By Jordan D., bunk 9