Life working at a USA Summer Camp

Getting to and arriving at camp was one of the scariest, most nerve wracking and exciting parts of my first summer in America. My flight to Boston was the first flight I ever took by myself and it was the first time I’d been to another country without my parents. Being a nervous flyer, this was somewhat terrifying to say the least- especially given the length of time (three and a half months in a country I’d never been to) and not knowing anyone beforehand.

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