I was a camper at Camp Kitaki for 8 summers straight, starting when I was nine years old. I still get nostalgia attacks whenever I dwell upon the great times I had, people I met, and the beauty of the land itself. Every now and then, I have... dreams about the camp, only to wake up disappointed with the fact that I am not actually there. I'll never forget my last day there when I was seventeen. I began to cry as my mother took me home, because I would probably never get to see Kitaki again. Even now, three years later, I still get teary-eyed when I look back.