This place had become a part of me. Even if I never physically returned, every time the wind whistled through the trees or I smelled sunscreen and bug spray, I’d be back in this moment. Back at Camp Carl Cove, under a blanket of trees, safe from the outside world, celebrating a victory few outsiders would ever see as significant. It didn’t matter. I was a winner. A teammate. An adult who’d accomplished so much more than anyone would ever know how to give me credit for, because my accomplishments did not fit into any list I’d ever seen before. And that was more than okay with me. My other
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