Real Stories

That was my rationale, I suppose, when I confirmed my place two days before the camp was due to start. So with a fair degree of optimism, I threw some clothes into a rucksack and made my way a thousand miles away to the south of France.

I have been as a child on several Children’s summer camps, and in the last five years have become a leading Helper on these same camps, giving up my time and a lot of energy for the people.

I’m not sure quite how to give the camp justice as it was really something very special. The location was idyllic, the theme interesting and the structure brilliant, but what I believe made this camp so special was the people.

Three letters which now mean so much to me. I was told it was going to be a good camp, a great camp, a camp that would make me a better person. Sure, I reckoned it’d be a laugh, but change me?