Recall Essay
Deep in the heart of the Maine woods, holding on for my thirteen-year-old life, my dad and I race through the trail dodging stumps, trees, and wildlife. It's a crisp morning; the forest is alive with the colors of autumn. We come across a natural spring and pull off to the side for a drink. Someone that had come here before us has left a small Chine teacup to drink from and it sits on a rock glistening in the early morning sun. As I drink, I look around and realize that I am fortunate to be able to experience this. "How many people do you think know about this spring, Dad?" "We're one of the lucky few, Shauna." I feel a certain sense of superiority over all those who have never drank the untouched water from the Earth-made phenomenon. Back on our four-wheeler, my dad swings onto a side trail as I hurry to situate myself in a position as to not be hurdled off. This trail is not like the others I have seen. This trail has been well kept throughout the years. Whoever has made it their job to maintain this path has put logs down side by side and covered them with dirt, making the way smooth and comfortable to ride on.
Camp Comfort is a place that is permanently embedded in my memory. No place has affected me like that small cabin deep in the Maine woods. I learned what it's supposed to feel like to be a kid, but most of all, I learned that everything changes. Camp Comfort forced me to grow up fast, and it was very tough. Somedays I sit and wish that we had never found it. Without those happy days to compare my sadness to, the divorce may have been easier on me. But I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Camp Comfort made me strong and it helped me to appreciate the little things, and I would not trade that for the world. My dad and I head back to the truck to load the four-wheeler up after sharing stories of the outdoors with Aubrey for over two hours. On the ride home I can not contain my excitement for having come across such a special place. "Can we please go back Dad and take Mom, and Kevin, and James?" My dad agrees to make another trip next weekend. Recently, my boyfriend Richard and I were out on his two four-wheelers. I decided to revisit the place that had caused me the most pleasure and the most pain. When we turned onto the trail that led to my childhood playground I was suddenly saddened. The path was no longer neatly laid but overgrown and hard to see. After battling trees and plants for sometime, we finally reached the camp; my spirits lifted when I saw that at least it was still standing. We parked and removed the screwdriver that served the purpose of "locking" the building. I pushed past Richard, rushing to get inside. I had to fight the tears that threatened to spill over as the memories came flooding back to me. I searched everywhere for the old notebook that would surely hold the messages we'd left but to no avail. Maybe this is just as well. Reading the words etched by my father in the all upper-case manner that he has would have surely caused me enormous pain. All at once, we hear the rumble of an approaching four-wheeler. I scurry out the door and stand cautiously next to my dad. Emerging through the trees is a man in his mid 70's. He e
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Approximate Word count = 1423
Approximate Pages = 6 (250 words per page double spaced)
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