the smell
of a camp fire

the sound
of a screen door
slamming shut

the agony
of spending 8 hours
in a car
with my brothers

the cabins
the lodge
the boats
the lake
vanilla swirl

running around the camp
pretending to be Harry Potter
making up spells
fighting dragons
going on the greatest of adventures

and just
being a kid

being in a place
where your imagination
could run wild

the only place
i could ever be
myself

the only place
i ever felt
freedom