When I lost it

Adams-Milk Creek Outdoor School was my home. I went there as a sixth grader and returned as a student leader. I was able to do three sessions at Adams. Those three weeks were absolutely amazing!! I finished my junior year in high school thinking that I would be able to go back home in the fall for a week. I was wrong. I heard rumors of MY sites closure but refused to believe it. Then, I got an e-mail from Pheff, my site supervisor. She confirmed the dreaded rumors and I had to accept the fact that my sacred place, my home, my escape, was gone. I couldn't handle the thought of never seeing the staff, the site, the river, and my friends again. I broke down. Adams had done so much for me and I couldn't return the favor. I cried. Not just for a few minutes or hours. I cried for days, then on and off for a couple months. Everything reminded me of how different my fall session would be and how I would have to do something completely new to me. I just don't understand how there isn't a sufficient funding program for such an impactful experience.