My memories of camp represent some of the best moments of my childhood. While it’s true that I had an amazing family which consisted of wonderful parents as well as taxing but fiercely loyal brothers, camp filled a wonderful hole in my heart. I didn’t know all of this at 8 years of age of course. In fact, my first year was quite interesting to say the least. As my parents drove down the road which lead to camp, my mind was a blur of thoughts and worries. They were going to leave me at this place for a whole week! How would I survive! Would they feed me? The fire of my imagination fed the apprehension. When I got out of the car, my legs seemed to shake under me. I was so nervous! Then I heard a tall man approach and a big voice bent down to me on my level and said “Welcome to camp Trevor!” I won’t say that was the end of my concern. Still, it represented the first inkling to me that I would have an amazing time and would come away with treasured memories. It was the one place where my abilities were emphasized over my disabilities. I am a person of many talents and interests. Yet many times in the ordinary world, my total blindness from birth is often seen as my most visible trait. For one week out of the year, I knew that was not an issue for the majority of people around me.
I am not an evangelical literal believer in the word of God. Still, the counselors and staff made sure to impress upon us their very sincere, real devotion to Christ and his power in their lives. I came away with a profound respect and a very real hope that future generations of children (both blind and sighted) could experience those peaceful, fun moments which shaped me during some of the most crucial periods of my childhood.

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