Another Summer Ends

Another summer passes us by.

So what does that mean to you?

It wasn't until my teen years where I started to realize that a summer is more than just another summer behind us, a year is behind us, memories are behind us, meaningful moments that changed our lives or others have left.

And we are left with some photos and a good laugh.

Now-a-days between media, social websites, and instant communications i feel it hits someone much harder than it use to.

Our world has gotten so fast that a year that passes can very well be our last of that sort.

My friend posted something on his facebook that really touched me, excuse the alterations.

• For the past 15 summers I had the privilege of going to camp XYZ. Like many before me, I slowly moved up the ranks, and with only 7 people in camp longer than me, I left as a director. Some of my greatest friendships came from camp, and have endured both time and distance. While life moves on, and many of my friends have gone their separate ways like the army, college, work, and even marriage (and kids); I have remained and hope to continue being friends with many of them. I remember almost every little thing that happened in camp over the last 15 years, and while some people tell me I'm nuts, to me they are cherished memories, which I have held on to. I will never forget what XYZ has done for me, and am proud to officially join the ranks of the XYZ alumni!!!