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So next year will be my final year returning to CTY. I always complained about how I wanted to grow up and how I hated being so young, but now, I'm not so sure I want to get any older. Leaving CTY and the memories I have made, makes me hate growing up more than anything. Everyone at CTY is amazing. No one is an outcast there, we are all nerds and weirdos who enjoy hitting people with spoons and using our summer vacation to learn. Every site has their fair share of traditions, and the kids are all different, but the amount of fun and knowledge you gain is all the same. What I've learned from the past 3 years is that this place changes you. You can go in so socially awkward and scared, and come out on top. You make friends who will remember you for years, even if you don't talk very often. Bristol 11.2 My first year at CTY and basically my recollection is still on key. I remember, the first day I came in late. Everyone was eating dinner and I was being given the death stare by everyone at my hall. I was so nervous and awkward and I thought no one would like me. That was before I met my roommate. She was the most crazy, energetic, and downright evil person I have ever met. The first words she said to me were "Way to be late, I thought I was going to have two beds", well nice to meet you too. But we eventually grew on each other, even if we did have some misunderstandings. That was also the year I met two of my best friends, Kaitlyn and Lara. We were all addicted to 4-square, mafia, and ninja. We would dance around the campus like we owned the place, and we had no regrets. We were taking Whodunit, and we had the most anti-social, and awkward teacher we could have imagined. He didn't like to speak up and we mostly spent the course of three weeks listening to him whisper and mispronounce celebrities names. But as those three weeks came to an end, and we all said goodbye, something changed. I came home, and I found myself as a different person. I had friends, I felt like I could finally fit in, and people actually liked me. I would video chat my old camp friends, and Facebook message them.