A Letter from Kelly
Hello, my name is *Kelly. You may not remember me at this point in time, because it has been many years since I attended a Royal Family KIDS camp. I am now in my late teens. Up until I was twelve, I lived in Kansas. After that, I bounced back and forth from home to home for four years. Out of all the hurt, neglect, and suffering that I endured, there was one place where I felt as though people truly loved me. It was camp.
I have been thinking about camp for the past six years. I never thought I would be able to locate information on Royal Family KIDS Camp, the place that had such a significant impact on my life. I get emotional when I think of this special place I was able to attend as a child. Even as a young adult, I miss it very much.
Camp was a place of friendship, happiness, and fun times! It was a place to get away from all of my problems at home. I met some truly amazing people here and although I might not ever get a chance to see those faces again, I still hold our memories close to my hearts.
I vividly remember the day all us kids arrived at camp on a bus. We all got up from our seats as we pulled in to the campground to see what the fuss and noise was about! There at the entrance of camp, were the camp volunteer counselors holding up signs with our names, joyfully cheering and shouting out to us. When we stepped off of the bus to meet them, they greeted and welcomed us with big hugs. It was an amazing feeling—one like I have never experienced before.
I still remember my counselor from camp that week. I loved her so much, just as I would a sister. I used to send her a letter every day and she would mail letters back to me as well. She was very sweet and made me feel loved. I am pretty sure that I went to the Royal Family KIDS camp two years in a row, and I believe she was my counselor both times.
The last day of camp was by far the saddest day for me. We waited for the arrival of our parents. All I could think about was the fact that I would never see these people again. I did not want to leave. To this day, I still have the purple photo album that the counselors give us with pictures from the week of camp—a few missing, but the rest are there! We got to take the photo albums home with us, so as to remember the fun times we shared at camp.
It was difficult to write this letter to you, as I had to keep fighting back the tears. However, the point of this letter is to thank all of you. I want to thank the director of the camp especially. Without all of you, I would not know the true meaning of love. Being with all of you at camp made me feel as though I had a second family, and I did not want to leave you.
*name changed for protection