My Best memory was working with the lower camp kids. All the kids were great and gave me so many memories that I’ll never forget. Their humour, how brutally honest they can be at times. I had a child in particular who had anxiety and separation issues. He had never been away from home for a long time (even though to us it was only 3 weeks) and was convinced his parents had sent him to camp because they didn’t love him/ they had punished him. He spent the first week of camp crying his eyes out because he thought this, so we needed a lot of patience and to try and build a bond with him somehow. This was particularly difficult because he was the kind of child that didn’t like most of the activities. However, gradually working with him and at times, just being the person he used to come to, just for crying, or to help him switch on showers or open something or whatever, he eventually built a bond with me and starting opening up more. He gradually started opening up more to me, becoming friends with me and joining in on activities with me (albeit the problem was he only wanted to be with me) and copying what I do. He gave me 2 funny moments before he finally accepted camp, which were one night he woke me up at a ridiculous time, like 4am to tell me that “since he liked me, he wanted to say goodbye to me as he was running away now.” However, he wanted me first to help him pack his bags so that he could leave without his things. When I told him I couldn’t because it was so late, he turned round and said to me “It’s okay, if you want help me in the morning I’ll just go back to bed now.” The second time he did this, he seemed so much more determined, he woke me up again and told me, he was ready to leave now, he’s had enough and that he was going to miss me. (this is a 9 year old boy) I knew he wasn’t going to do it, so I went along with it, told him it was Okay, I was going to miss him too, which then he turned round and asked me would I be able to point out for him which way to actually walk so that he would make it home. When I told him I didn’t know, we would check a map in the morning and he would be able to leave then, he said “That’s okay, ill go back to bed then. As I promised, we looked the following morning on a computer on google maps to see where he actually lived, how far away it was walking. We saw that it would take him about 24 days walking because it was on the other end of America. I still remember his heavy sigh as he was trying to work out how he was going to do it, then eventually turning round to me and saying “You know what, I think it might be a good idea, that rather than walk home, I stay with you for the rest of camp and just wait for my mum to pick me up.” From there, I taught him to swim, he went on banana boat rides, and his parents were so surprised how much he had changed in the 3 weeks! Then they tell you they are excited to see you again next year, that you have to come back and be with them again. Non negotiable.