"Feel the Broadstone MAGIC"- Assignment 6- Jessica Sunnenberg

1) Make a playlist of your life. 5 songs only. Choose wisely.

2) If you had the option of reading a book that contains every event in your life: past, present, and future. Would you read it? Why or why not?

3) What is your favorite place? Include a picture of it. Why do you enjoy it?

Prompt #3

                     

They say home is where the heart is. If this is true, then my real home is Camp Broadstone. 1431 Broadstone Rd. The place my life was changed for the better. Jude Bevan. The person that made it all possible.

There are things that are influential in a person's life and then there are things that change a person's life. This was one of those things. This was no ordinary place. It was a place in which everyone fit in. A place where you could be yourself every minute of the day. This was essential at a time when I thought I needed to change myself in order to fit in with others around me back in Lexington. I tended to suppress the nerd in me, the quirky kid that so badly wanted to be set free. Broadstone helped me do that. Then, today, and everyday.

Unfortunately this camp closed down during my seventh grade year due to lack of funding. I can't remember a time in which I have been more devastated. But I continue to hold on to the memories. All good things must come to an end. That is what they used to tell us each year on the last night at the campfire. Broadstone was not a good thing, it was a great thing. It was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

I vividly remember the reunion. The year after it got shut down, they chose to get together one last time. There was an abundance of singing, hugging, laughter, and of course tears. I was just glad that I could go home again.

I often talk about camp to the people in my life, but they can never grasp what it really meant to me. They will never understand why I can't make it through 30 seconds of Leaving, on a Jet Plane without crying, why there is no purple-ing, the importance of the golden broom, etc. They will never understand what GIC is, get to experience the alpine tower, or know what it's like to eat Hattie's food. They will never understand what the zipple chair was, how much of a thrill zero waste was, or how much of a pain in the ass walking back up the hill was. It is something only I understand. It can't be effected by the other people in my life. And I love that more than anything.

It is my place.