Thank you for being one of the stable things in my childhood and adolescence. As puberty ravaged my body and hormones, friends came and went, and school transfers occurred, you always remained an unwavering safe haven for me.
|You look so pretty Camp!|
|I'm the sassy one on the far left with the frizzy brown hair...|
|I'm blaming this one on lack of sleep|
|During a shaving cream fight. I rocked that mohawk.|
|My girls and Jeffrey the giraffe|
|The gang during a midnight slip-n'slide run|
|Yeah, we like our shaving cream fights at Camp Beechwood Hills|
|Some of the best nights of my life took place with these people on that old beat up couch|
|This was us circa 2008...the man sure rocks his sideburns!|
Lastly, Camp, thank you for helping me in my walk with God. My faith journey has been an interesting one, but you are who showed me a different way to have a relationship with God. You showed me the beauty of accapella music as us camp kids would sit in the basement, singing praises through a rain storm. You taught me how to pray to God like he is my best friend. You helped me make God my best friend.
|The bible and amazing notes I received from camp kids. Still brings tears to my eyes.|
Basically, this is a big thank you to you, Camp Beechwood Hills. Please keep doing what you do, because there are many teens with hurt and angst that need healing and love. I used to be one of them, and I hope you can recreate what you did for me for many years to come.
Love and blessings,