Summer after summer we come back for more. But what are we coming back for?
Memories?
Traditon?
Friends?
Parents?
But we come back and we don’t cherish every moment, despite how many seniors tell us to at every last service. Until we are sitting up their, with too many eyes to count staring up at us, we cherish the moment. Little eight year olds staring into our deep, knowing eyes, wishfully thinkinh that one day, they will be up there crying their eyes out, looking too cool for words. But why do they wish for this magical place to come to an end. This place where laughs are the roots, friends are the trunk and memories are the branches? This place is as magical as Hogwarts. The summers we spend here are the most amazing summers you will have in your life. Don’t cherish every moment though. You have to live every moment as if it was your last. All good things must come to an end. But the memories will last forever.