Timothy, 12The trees whistle as the wind flows through the leaves. Crickets buzz around me as I lie in the lush green grass.The smell of smoke fills my lungs as the camp fire burns. Tents are scattered throughout the camp zone. I hear the river rushing in the distance.The hum of children fills the air. The wind blows through the grass blades and the smell of citronella candles rushes to greet me. The group banners wave as we enjoy the surroundings of Camp Kaniwhaniwha.