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Personal Narrative: My First Night Trail

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Since I was seven my parents would drive me to Ivoryton, Connecticut each summer. Each year I would see new and old faces. Once we had all settled into our designated tents for either two, four, six or eight weeks we walk around to meet the new campers. All I could hear was laughter and yelling in that moment. Everyone seemed so happy to finally see their friends again after another one hundred eighty days of school. Nobody was able to sleep the first night back. We we’re all too busy catching up on one another 's lives. Each Sunday during the night time we would sit around a fire for sharing circle. During this time we would be able to share stories, feelings and sing campfire songs. For Breakfast, lunch, and dinner we met our tent groups at

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