Have you ever been forced to go somewhere by your parents? A place you really didn’t want to go to at all, but had no say in the whole situation? I suppose many teens have been put through this type of situation. As for me, this has happened more than once. The most memorable time this has happened occurred this past summer when I was forced by my parents to go to a week long Christian Youth Summer Camp in Pine Crest with my youth group from church.
It all began around the end of my summer vacation. My church youth group planned on going to this youth camp in Pine Crest, but I had other plans. I didn’t want to go with them because I didn’t really get along with any of the teenagers in the group. I was looking forward to enjoying the last few weeks I had of my summer vacation doing nothing at all. But my parents had already made the decision to go to the camp for me. They didn’t give me any options or chances to get out of going. So I was stuck and I had no choice but to go to a camp for one week with people I didn’t even talk to or really even knew.
On the way to the camp, I sat in the back of the van and ignored everyone. I had a really bad attitude because I didn’t want to be there. When we arrived at camp my spirits lifted a little bit because the camp was so beautiful and surrounded by mountains and beautiful scenery. The first thing we did when we got there was check into our cabins where we were going to spend the next week. We were split up into groups of five people and my roommates were girls I didn’t talk with much so I just kept to myself. Afterwards, it was time for our first service in the chapel. I wasn’t looking forward to sitting there for two hours listening to the pastor talk about boring stuff. But as the pastor started his sermon, I actually was paying attention. Surprisingly his sermon was really good and I enjoyed it very much. After the service my attitude changed drastically; from being moody and bitter, to being happy and excited that I was at camp. The next day of camp, we began the outdoor activities. I expected the camp games to be silly and boring but they were really fun. Different churches from California were there and we competed against them in the different games.
As the week progressed I realized how wrong I was about the camp. At first I didn’t enjoy it because I was still bitter about my parents making me go, but as I loosened up I got to experience all the fun things the camp offered. Going to that camp really changed me and how I see my youth group. It gave me the opportunity to talk more and spend more time with them. By the last day, I was a changed girl. I had grown more in my spiritual faith and I had gained lots of new friends. Realizing how childish I was at first made me want to turn my attitude around and that helped me a lot. Overall, I was glad and thankful that my parents forced me to go to this camp; it benefited me greatly.
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