My Last Day Camp Narrative Essay

I removed the golden key harnessed by a Penn State lanyard from my pocket, and placed it into the keyhole of room 715. A room that would be my home for the next year and a university that would be there for me for the next four. A mere 10 hours before that moment I was at home, getting ready to leave my house for my final day as a camp counselor and for the final day in Willow Grove Day camp’s sixty-two year history. I threw on my staff shirt and mesh shorts, grabbed a quick chocolate chip granola bar for the road, lathered up my SPF 30 lotion, compiled my backpack and waited for my ride. The drive to camp was an emotional one for me. I had spent fifteen of my eighteen summers at this camp, the same camp, that has thrived for over six decades. Just like my time in my hometown of Upper Dublin, it was all coming to an end. That little kid who twelve years ago would get overly excited to go to lower courts for basketball leagues was all grown up. I was now the counselor that the kids …show more content…
Because I spent basically my entire life at this camp and it was hard for me to accept the fact that it was closing. Every day each car was greeted by “Uncle Howie,” the camp owner, who has not missed a day of camp. He greeted us a with a smile each morning, “What a bee-u-ty-ful day,” he would say. This would be the last morning seeing his smiling face to start my morning. Little by little as the day went on I could feel college slowly approaching, breathing, creeping, down my spine. In a way I was beginning to realize that this day was very symbolic. I was, in a way closing the door on an extraordinary childhood and moving on to something I was unfamiliar with. It was as if this camp was me and it was the end of an