The seven hour car ride we took to Pennsylvania later that summer had given me a lot of time to reflect on my sacrifice. While I knew I had made the right decision, I couldn’t help but regret it as we drove past miles of empty fields, with no sign of civilization. I could've been gazing at the ocean from the porch of our beachfront room. I could've been splashing in the pool or building sandcastles on the beach. I could've been biting into the gooey s'mores at my favorite restaurant, The Beech Tree Cantina. I could've been standing out on the rocks with my dad, watching the sunrise. Instead, I was on an endless car ride to a place that had nothing in store for me.
Watching the progress Grace had made that week, and seeing how genuinely happy she had been, made my sacrifice truly worthwhile. In the end, the week that I thought was going to be miserably spent at a camp, has brought great success to my sister’s gymnastics career and has brought me an even greater amount of pride in her. To this day I credit that week in Pennsylvania for allowing me to broaden my horizons and discover a passion in not only a sport I had never found an interest in, but also in photography and capturing life in a way that will last forever.