A little girl was wandering the world in search of who she is. "Who am I?" asks the little girl. She journeyed each day, looked, observed, asked questions and tried new things to hopefully find her place in the big world.
She skipped around some shops and came across a dance studio. All of the costumes were so pretty.
"Am I a dancer?" asked the little girl.
"No. Well, not yet but you can try," said the prima ballerina. So the little girl stayed a while. It was really hard work.
"No you are not a dancer," she was told a couple different times.
"Perhaps this is not my place after all," realized the little girl.
She continued on her search.
Next she came to an office building.
All of the workers were in their cubicles typing away. Click, Click Click.
"Am I an office worker?" asked the little girl, as she bounced back and forth on her heels with nervous anticipation.
"No. You have too much energy for desk work, unless you can calm down and stay still," said the boss of the office building.
She skipped away, secretly thankful this place with no trees or enthusiasm was not her place.
Still very alone, the little girl was walking through the forest one day enjoying the trees, when she met a camp director. She looked wise, friendly and loving.
"May I come to camp?" asked the little girl, "I am looking for myself."
"Yes we accept everyone!"
And so the little girl timidly went, again ready to try new things. She sang silly songs, played games and swam. She also cleaned up after others, tied shoes, kissed boo boos, comforted teary eyes and gave many hugs.
"Is this my place?" asked the little girl once again.
"Yes you are a helper, a teacher and a comforter. You are not afraid of getting messy. You are enthusiastic. You are a hard worker. You are Camp." said the great camp director.
The little girl had found her place. her heart was huge and full.
"This is where I am from. This is my home."
And she stayed.