Personal Narrative: I Miss My Utopia

I miss my utopia. My beautiful home built from memories and laughter. I miss the feel of my car, packed to the brim with sleeping bags and footlockers, bumping down the winding gravel road, the anticipation coiling tight in my stomach. The air, eternally smelling of petrichor, heavy with the combined excitement of 200 children piling their way into one space, inadvertently becoming connected, becoming a family for the time we spend together. I miss my paradise, my escape. I miss my home.
I miss the warm summer mornings spent dancing in the sun. The smell of campfire, drifting down the road in the early morning. The wind, sending the trees and leaves into a spiraling ballet, ringing with children’s laughter, echoing like bells through the woods. The feel of the gravel crunching under my feet, pushing up against my flip-flops. The eager anticipation of breakfast, hands thrown over my head for the morning prayer. I miss the way my friends would laugh and joke at the table, our counselor giving us admonishing glares, but a small smile tucked behind her eyes, showing us she was just as grateful to be there as we were. I miss the freedom I felt when I could run down the long, wooded path to my cabin, other campers all around me, their chatter replacing that of a cricket’s in the hot summer air.
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It took me away from the worry of the real world, if only for a few days. I loved my camp. I loved the days spent on the side of a hill, weaving stories together with the girl who became my best friend. It has been many years now since I’ve run through those woods and climbed those hills, but Hidden Hollow has stayed with me yet. It has given me friends, memories, and experiences I will never forget. Hidden Hollow will stay in my heart for the rest of my life, and has shaped the way I see the world. Good night, sleep tight Hidden