Another year went by and here you are again, on your favourite summer camp with all your friends. It's the peak of the summer and every day is as hot as an oven.
This summer is not much different from all the previous ones. You live in the cottage 14 with your best summer buds, and same as every year, you are up to no good.
The rules of the camp rarely change. The days are full of games and educative activities – not that you care about any of those – then some free time, dinner, evening hygiene and the curfew..
..And then comes your most favourite part of the day, the time after the curfew. Whilst all of you are expected to be slowly carried away into the realm of dreams, the exact opposite is happening. Your instincts of the beast are waking up, your eyes are getting used to the midnight blue of the cottage. You hear every rustle from outside of the room. You become nocturnal. This is your moment.
The plan for each night is different. Sometimes it is horror stories or deep philosophical debates about our Universe (Are we really alone? What does infinity even mean?). On other nights it is sneaking out to experience an adventure. No better thrill than trying to avoid a supervisor on his night patrol. Over the years you have become masters of tiptoeing behind their back trying to visit the girls' cottage in the middle of the night.
This here is not your life. It is the time and place where the standard rules don't apply, there are no parents and life just feels different.
These are the good summers of your life. Summers when you find your first loves, get your first kisses, find best friends 4ever and create a lifetime of memories.
