A big part of growing up is learning to go away from your parents. I remember when I was about 9 years old I was sent to California on a cross country trip to stay with my great grandparents. It was scary yet fun. I got to travel on a plane by myself for the very first time. I remember landing at LAX and getting scared because I didn't see anybody I recognized. Then finally feeling relieved when I saw my sweet grandparents. I remember the feeling of being alone and in charge. I made some new friends on the plane and in California too. Nowadays, we as parents have to be a little too over-protective sometimes of our little ones and with good reason. But lately I've had some things on my mind in regards to sending my little guy to camp this summer. First because I always wished I had that opportunity as a child and second because I think it would be a great time for him! He's been to Twilight Camp last year but it's a daily ca...
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