From Another Land…
Two years ago I was looking to do something a little different from my routine summer experience of line production in a smelly factory, paying off student debt. Considering that I had never flown, never been to a summer camp, and never (despite having family here) visited the United States; Falcon Camp offered me quite the 'different' experience I was looking for.
When I applied to become a camp counselor, through Camp America, I didn't know that I was coming to Falcon Camp specifically. I received a letter instructing me to go to Heathrow and take flights to Pittsburgh where I would be met by somebody in a red shirt. Pat found me, with more British staff, all of us lagged from over 24 hours of travel. Then we got here.
The next morning, although I was yet to discover the fact, I was home. It was so great that I decided to come home the next summer too. And I am home again right now, for my last day of this summer, before I return to England. My application for summer 2007 is already complete, so that I may return home then too!
This is it.
One of my favorite things about Falcon Camp is that we can watch the whole family growing up together, not just campers but staff too, even myself, and that's pretty cool, it's not so easy to notice it happening in other places. This year I was here for longer than my previous visits - four months, I had the time of my life! As before, I have learnt a whole lot about myself, and other people too, which I find delightfully fun.
After camp next summer I'll be doing an internship somewhere in the USA, and following graduation I see the future ahead of me in the business world out here, so I will eventually be emigrating.
If it had not been for Falcon's brilliant introduction to a world literally foreign to me, I don't know if I could be making these statements so assuredly. Now I shouldn't say thanks to the