From my cultural understanding of Lake Okeechobee, my imagination had conjured up swampy, reedy, you better have a fan boat, alligator infested waters. Cruising along the canal on the east side of the lake, there was very little swamp and plenty of wide-open land. Not at all what I expected for the interior of Florida. I wondered if maybe this was because it was a canal, instead of a natural river, and once we got out to the lake and river on the other side it would look more like I anticipated. I suspected it’s
My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back.
As I talked to one of my friends on the shore of Timberwolf Lake, I had a realization that changed my life forever. Timberwolf Lake is a Young Life camp in Northern Michigan that I attended the summer after my sophomore year. One of my friends was having a hard time in life and needed someone to talk to. While talking to him and making him feel better, it also made me feel better. It was then that I realized that I can make a difference in the world by make others lives more prosperous and more enjoyable. I wanted to make the world a better place than when I came into it.
From the time I wake up until I am called in for dinner, I am here. Taking breaks only to use the bathroom, eat, or soak in the beauty that is the lake behind my home. Only here, can I forget the never-ending drama that surrounds my home and family, because while I am here I am consumed within in a book, within nature. While spending my summer days sitting on the dock lost within the new young adult novel, I was able to forget the past trauma, the present trauma, and fear of future trauma. No matter the book, I was able to be transported away from reality into an idealized world that would never be achievable for me.
My time at Camp Green Lake has made me realize the unjust actions of this place. There are many things that need to be fixed and changed. I want to make sure I can convey what’s going on in camp Green lake. Everyday I’m forced to dig holes, and if I don’t I get punished severely.
In the corner of Northeast Indiana, just five miles from the border of Ohio, and five miles from the border of Michigan, there is a small lake. This is a place where everybody knows everybody. A 20-year-old would hang out and watch the Notre Dame game with a 70-year-old. This is a place where your neighbors have been your neighbors for longer than you even remember. This is a place where everyone goes to Pizza King, for ice cream five minutes before closing.
As I stepped foot on the people mover on my way to Cedar Bend I didn't know what to expect. Everyone had said to keep an open mind but it was hard because I didn't know my Peer Advisor or anyone in the core. At the end of Cedar Bend my Peer Advisor and my other core are some of my best friends. I never would have thought a trip to Cedar Bend would change my life. One thing I learned about myself is, I get to caught up in the world around me.