YMCA Camp Kitaki

Eric P.

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. If that's not a lasting impression, then I do not know what is. Now, however, when I talk to my friends about all the good times I had there, they are skeptical of my words because of the stigma (real or imagined) associated summer camps... Or rather,they just never had the opportunity to go themselves. Months ago, my best friend's parents were thinking of sending their younger children to Kitaki. When I overheard this, I told them that if they love their children, and want them to have the best possible childhood they could ever have, they should send them to Camp Kitaki. I told them that, of course, after much reminiscing about all the activities I took part in. I can say with absolute confidence, that it is my favorite place in the world. Just wanted to say: Thank you, Camp Kitaki, for everything.

Eric P.

Former Camper