I don't even know where to begin about how incredible being back at Woodleaf was. It's like my home away from home. There are so many memories there. It's like walking backwards through a photo album. The smells of camp linger every time I set foot on Woodleaf's grand property. I can remember the first time I went there. I must have been only 5 years old. So much has changed since then. The lake has moved, a bigger town hall was built, more cabins have been constructed, but one thing that hasn't changed is my ongoing love for that place. It's almost as if I've been encrypted within the camp and the camp encrypted into me. I hate leaving. Even though I was only there for a few days it felt as though I'd been there all my life. The people I went with also came back home, but there's something so special and unique about being at Woodleaf together. It's magical. It really is. I can't think of any other place I'd rather be than Woodleaf, nor can I think of any other people I'd rather be there with.
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