Showing posts from August, 2013

Happy Birthday, Sugar Bay!

12 years ago, in a small village, an idea was put into place. Today this is a place where children can be who ever they want to be, where smiles are seen all day everyday and where dreams are created. This is the place I call home. This week Sugar Bay turns 12 years old and a lot has happened over the last 12 years. So let us celebrate it with one of the best theme's of all time! Cake Boss vs Ice-Cream week! This week I thought because Sugar Bay is turning 12, we aren't just going to have one Party, not even two but FOUR Birthday Celebrations throughout this week!

Tonight was the first of the lot! The Birthday Carnival! Imagine the fresh smell of pop corn and freshly made pizza, the sound of the mechanical surfboard , carnival music and the screams of those who dare enter the haunted house.  The hall tonight was filled with bright colors and because it is our birthday  there were plenty of balloons.From table tennis tournaments, to foose ball and even cup pong! Tonight we def…

Dear Mom and Dad

Dear Mom and Dad, 
Here's what your kid wants you to know about camp.
I know that I was nervous about camp when you dropped me off, but now I don’t want to leave. I’ve had the most amazing time here! I love this place! Could you please pay for me to stay a little longer, and pick me up at the end of the summer? That would be awesome! 
The thing I love most about camp is that I get to be myself here. At school and in our neighborhood, kids try to be…I don’t know…all the same. 
Everyone at school wants to wear “cool” clothes and hang out with the “popular” kids. I guess I did, too, but I never felt part of the “in” crowd. 
At camp, it’s different. The brand of clothes doesn’t matter here. And people don’t care whether you’re a terrific athlete or not. 
The staff here keep telling us, “It’s how you treat other people that matters.” I think they’re right. It’s what I’m trying to do. 
Speaking of how people treat others, I should mention that I’ve made a ton of friends at camp. My …