The time I felt most vulnerable was the time I was sent to a camp for two weeks at the age of ten. The camp was a YMCA camp in the north Georgia Mountains about four hours away from home. It was the first time I had ever been away from home for longer than two days. I felt like a little five year old and the worse thing was that I was a smaller skater punk with long hair. I felt like I was unable to take up for myself. My parents dropped me off and when they left I knew no one. I wish I had gone with a friend; I probably would have had a great time.
             After five days with nine days left, I had bugged them so bad that they made their way up to the mountains and picked me up. You would think I would have missed it just a little. But there is no way I missed that place one bit. I did learn several things about myself during my short five-day stay
             I was quick and tough, even though I was small. I think it was a smart move to do this but I am just grateful they picked me up.
             There were many things to do, I did have fun although I had missed my family and home too much. They had baseball, basketball, white water rafting, the blob, good food and also hiking trips. The main thing there was a wrestling match that you would pick someone to wrestle. Of course I was the one chosen to wrestle the biggest and meanest kid. I was small, but quick, and ended up being a good match. I held my own and gained respect from the others. After the match I started making friends.
             I felt like I was a problem for my parents. That is why I thought that they sent me to a camp for two weeks. But the reason they did that was to let me experience things on my own. I had only been to three-day camps at Woodland Christian Camp, and it was only one hour from home. I guess I would have been all right for one week but two weeks just seemed to long. The YMCA camp had strict rules that stared the parents could not come to visit or even com...