Our Favourite Place

Written in response to: "Write a story in which the first and last words are the same."

Happy

Here we are again. In our favourite place. Spending a week at this amazing camp. A week that will not last long enough; that will go by too fast. Somewhere truly special to be. A place that lives in our hearts and we will love forever.

A place so beautiful to be. Where you can be yourself and have the time of your life. Where no one is judging, and you are free to make mistakes and enjoy every minute. The people here are wonderful and it’s cool to make so many new friends. The beauty of this place is irreplaceable. Nothing can replace it.

Life has a lot to deal with. School can be stressful, work can be stressful, relationships can be stressful, and so much more. Sometimes you have just had enough and can’t take anymore. You get to that point where you can’t handle it anymore and you need a break.

This magical place is that break. The best part about it is the escape from the real world: no technology, no school, no toxic people, and more. It is so much fun, and you get to wake up each morning in this place that is like home. It’s better than home. It is the highlight of our year and it is just perfect.

Everyone loves it. There is so much to do and so much to enjoy, but it seems like there is not enough time. The week goes by too quickly, and we all wish that we could appreciate it for longer. The worst part is leaving. Everyone is sad to say goodbye but hoping to come back next year.

Saying goodbyes to our dear friends and our special little place is so hard. Getting contact information from friends is nice, but it's not the same as waking up with them every morning and spending time together. We will all miss each other and miss this place dearly.

Getting home and returning to school makes us all sad. Saying goodbye to our favourite place and knowing we won’t return until next year is heartbreaking. We have become connected with it for a week and now we long to go back.

We spend the whole year waiting for our return. To our second home. The closer we get to being there, the happier we are. Whenever we think about going back our mood is improved.

The year is long and hard, but it's almost time again. After what seems like forever, our favourite time is here. Time to go back to our favourite place.

We pack for it and wait excitedly. The best part is the moment when we are finally there after our long drive. Our favourite place.

Here we are again.

Posted May 30, 2025
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