Personal Narrative: Camp Winnebago

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

When I turned 5 my mom took me on a trip to someplace strange, I didn’t really know where I was going all I knew was I’d finally get to meet my dad. So after about a week long trip I arrived in Laredo Texas, where we stayed for a week or so before we were driven to Austin. My life completely

this, this was just the means to an end, nothing more. The dark grey clouds hung

In the summer of June 2014,I woke up at 4:30 Thursday morning and got ready, packed our suit cases in the trunk of my car. Then I woke up my 4 daughters and they got ready really quick. Funny how for school they drag to get up from their bed and get dressed. But that day they didn't even hesitate to get up because they knew we were on vacation. Me and my girls were really excited to take our first road trip to the beautiful beach of South Padre Island . Of course it is gonna be a long drive but we were excited because we will be sight seeing and singing along to the radio. My family lives about 35 minutes from the beach, in a little town not to far. So when we all got in the car ,I drove to a gas station to fill up my car with gas for our trip and to grab a strong cup of coffee with hazelnut creamers.

This summer I will be a CIT (counselor in training) at Camp Cherry Valley that is located on the island of Catalina, right off the coast of Southern California. It's a really nice camp with an incredible staff, and this was one of the first things that I noticed last summer when I got off the boat that takes you from the mainland to the island. The week that I spent at the camp with my troop was as a senior patrol leader. As soon as I got back from camp I knew that I wanted to be part of the same staff as last year. The first step I needed to do to go to Camp Cherry Valley was to submit an application online write about why I believed that I qualified and was capable of doing the job. When they received my application and saw that I had already

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

Two days ago, I went to Battle Creek. I was at my cousin's house. One of them is a high school basketball player at my old school. So he drove there in his car. My brother and I went with him. When we went inside, the first people I saw where two of my friends.

My first trip to Disney World, now that, that was a memorable trip. That trip was one of the most magical and happiest memories of my life. It was back in 2008, I had just turned 6 years old a few months before we left to go there. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. I remember being so bored on the way there because I am an only child so I didn’t have anyone to entertain me besides myself. My mom’s side of the family went on this trip with us, and at the time I was the only grandkid, and the only kid at all. So once we finally were almost there I remember passing the big ‘Welcome to Disney World” sign and being so excited I peed my pants--my mom was pretty mad, but my dad thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t get in too much trouble.

The Australia Camp would benefit me personally as an athlete as well as an individual. It would allow me to get a huge block of training in before the season starts. Last winter, the endurance we did really helped me through this season and it would help me obtain great form and fitness. My results this year have been the best I’ve had in 2 years. I won the GP de Charlevoix, which was probably one of the hardest tours I have ever participated in. I was 7th in the National Road Time Trial and 6th in the Criterium. The following week, I was 3rd in stage 2 of the Tour de Rimouski, and fourth on stage 5, the queen and arguably hardest stage. At the recent Track Nationals I was 4th in the scratch race, 2nd in the Match Sprints, 5th in the Keirin and 6th in the

In 2008, I learned some exciting news that I was going to go on a cruise. A cruise is a new experience for me and I was ready to go on it. We were going to St. Martin in the Bahamas, we would leave Kansas City and get on a boat at Cape Canaveral which was by Kennedy space center. Me, my grandparents, parents, aunt, uncle and my great grandparents were all going on the trip. This trip ended up being the funnest trip in my life.

The glory of God is at stake by the way I approach situations, is one thing I realized at PLT camp. I went to Power Leadership Training, provided by FCA, the weekend before my sophomore year. I signed up knowing what it would be like, but I did not know the huge impact it would have on my life. We normally have small groups, team meetings, and other activities throughout the day. What I did not expect this year, was how much I would take from it. The message that impacted me is to do everything with a purpose for Christ.

“I’m gonna die, guys,” I deadpanned to my camping group that the teacher assigned. Why did I ever take this class? I hate being outside. I really don’t want to be camping for a month, alone with my classmates, just to pass a survival-in-the-wilderness class; it sounds a bit like the premise of some low budget horror movie. “The last time I went camping, I kept getting hit with the tent poles when I was setting up the tent. I got lost on the way back to my campsite. It took me two hours to find it. Two hours!”

When I was 5 years old, my whole family (on my mom’s side); me, my parents, my two older sisters, my oldest cousin and my grandparents, would go to this place in Oregon called Willamette Foothills. Of what I can remember, it was a beautiful place where you could hike and swim. My memory of Willamette is pretty foggy, but I do remember this one spot we use to stop at and swim. It was a pretty decent sized swimming hole and it was very beautiful and always warm but the center of the swimming hole always terrified me. It looked deep, although I’m not sure if it actually was. It, however, was scary dark and I had a very vivid imagination at the time since I was very young, so you can imagine what thoughts came to my head whenever I looked down there. Thoughts such as, a giant eel; long, slimy and black, and sharks.

It had been a long, tough week at camp in Tennessee. I was exhausted from working in the unbearable heat scraping off old paint, painting the outside, and roofing on this old Victorian home. Since I am Asian, my frame is petite and shorter than most, so my usual job was scraping off old paint. My cheeks had turned rosy red with a sunburn, and my long black hair was turning a dark brown to match my eyes. Sleep was limited because of the constant jabber from the other campers. Finally around midnight, I fell asleep on my air mattress in the large room of the cabin where we all slept.

When I heard my parents talking about going to Disney World I was so excited. It was a long trip down to Florida and I could not sit still, because I was so excited. We finally arrived that evening and decided to stay in a hotel near the theme park. When it was time for bed I could not go to sleep for a long time, because I