If you’ve ever been to camp, you know how scary that first day can be.
You don’t know anyone. You’re away from your family and your home. You wonder: What if I don’t make any friends? What if I don’t have fun?
That’s how I felt the first time I went to Camp Erin.
I was 6 years old. It looked like any other camp. There was a lake, cabins with bunk beds, and smiling counselors in matching T-shirts.
But Camp Erin was special. Every kid there had something important in common. We had all lost someone close to us.