Camp is one of the most important things in my life. About six years ago I was sitting on the side of the baseball field at night watching the rope burning. It all came down to the freshman’s rope whoever burned it first would win the color war. Fights, blood, sweat, and tears are the only things that describe this color war. The Rope dropped the gray team rushed the baseball field surrounding the burner he was a legend he had defied all expectations. In my mind I knew I was going to be that guy and win. Fast-forward about six years, it the end of red and gray everyone was doubting me. Every few years the final rope will come down to freshman, this was that special year. My teams senior and juniors burn their ropes our sophomore lost. It all
