WHEN I THINK ABOUT FAMILY
CAMP I IMMEDIATELY START SMILING and feel excited and warm inside. Many pleasant memories come to mind. I remember sitting around the campfire all night as a teenager and watching the mist slowly drift away across the field as the sun rose. I think of some of the amazing friends I’ve met over the years and I remember the chaos and joy of the Pujas with us all singing our hearts out to the Camp songs we had written.
But mainly what comes up is the feeling of being there. There was always so much energy and warmth and joy and love. It felt as if my little family had been integrated into a huge family, and suddenly I had 50 brothers and sisters to play with and 50 adults gently caring while offering me the space and freedom to explore. |

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When I was a little boy on the Camp I just played football, cricket and kiss chase. Then as I got into my teenage years I remember feeling incredibly at home both in the monastery and with the people on the Camp, the monks, nuns, parents and children. It was the place outside of my family where I could really be myself and where I felt accepted. The other people there felt ‘like me’ and I think many of us felt that. As a result many deep and lasting friendships came about.
We had Dhamma classes taught by the Sangha where I realized that the ways in which I was trying to become happy couldn’t really work, that true happiness wasn’t in being stimulated and excited, but that joyfulness and peacefulness were my natural state. In my later teenage years I began to feel that there was something happening in the monastery that was really worth exploring. The people seemed more open and warm and happy. I started doing Young Persons’ Retreats and getting into meditation and feeling that I was ‘a Buddhist’. At 19 I started going to stay at the main monastery.
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