It was a hot day and I was returning from gym to home to have lunch. As I entered the door, the smell of the meal attracted and directed me to the kitchen door. I entered the kitchen and saw my mother. She told me to pick up the mail from the post-office box. Unwillingly, I went downstairs, picked up the envelopes, and started to look at them. The one at the top was for my father, the other one was the telephone bill, but when I saw the last one I was really surprised because it was saying that I was admitted for the Forest Supporting Camp which would be carried out in the Kantara hill, just fifteen minutes away from the sea by car. At that time, I would not know that this letter would ruin my summer.
             The Forest Supporting Camp was a project to increase the amount of trees in the Kantara hill by planting trees in specified areas and taking care of them. It would be a fifteen day process which would be participated in by twenty seven students from various secondary schools. Our jobs would be the planting of the tress, watering them, and adding of fertilizers which would be done by the twenty seven people divided into groups of nine students from eight to ten am in the mornings in exchange for free meals and dormitory accommodations. The camp would be managed by five teachers and the rest of the time we would be free to do anything. I quickly climbed up the stairs and called my friend. When he answered, I asked him if he received the acceptance from the camp. He said that he did not receive it yet, but he would go for a look in the post-office box. He called me back after ten minutes while I was explaining the situation to my parents and told me that he was accepted too. After we both got permission from our parents, we decided to go and I started to get prepared as much as I could in those four days before the camp. Knowing that the meals would not be adequate, we took some ready-made food, some other things th
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