Jamie, 11The cicadas that surround me embrace the feeling that I am here, at camp. The swaying trees welcome us while the daring thistles mark their territory. The people around me look as excited as I am. Hiding in the waving trees the possums stare at us,watching our every movement. A dark blanket lay upon the sky, and little rays of light peek through the tiny worn holes. The insects come out to play. Here in the middle of nowhere they are free and can do anything. Crawling over the mountain tops, the sun comes back for another day. The insects and possums go back into the woods in hiding.