Summer Endnotes
My third summer at Camp HASC is coming to a close.
Soon, I won't be dancing with campers at concerts. No more hugs or high-fives, just because we feel like it. When people see me, their faces may not light up like the sun. Life will become “normal”.
The truth is, “normal” is a funny word to use here. When people use that word, they usually mean to describe their immediate world. It's the friends you make, or your job, or even the radio station that you always listen to on your way to work.
Normal is a choice. And I've chosen my normal.