Worrying About Fun

Just looking at pictures of camp reminds me of all the carefree, fun times I had doing something I love(d?) to do. When's the next time I'm going to be able to sing dumb songs and play stupid games, and still feel like I belong? It took me a while to get to a place where I could allow myself to be who I really am and let others see, and it feels like I'm going to have to start all over soon in a place where they won't want to see that. Then again, maybe I'm just thinking too much. Maybe I just need to go there and get my mind right, and it will be just as fun as it is different from everything I've done before. I don't know. But I do miss camp.