In the summer of 2013, I began my newly found camp life and although at the time I was filled with excitement and daydreams of what could come, there was no way to predict the series of unfortunate events that would unfold my way. The camp was called 'Camp Spofford', a camp that goal was "to help you find Jesus Christ" and "meet new friends along the way". Although that was the general description of the camp, it did not live up to the jolly expectations it set. I, being one of the few people who did not share the religious beliefs as the rest of the camp, stuck out like a sore thumb. People could sense this lack of faith in my character and immediately found no patience for me. During those two weeks was coincidently also heat wave of the
