LAST RANDOM TRUTH OF 2011!!

I used to get really homesick when I was younger. Until the summer before seventh grade, I could hardly sleep over at a friend's house for even one night, and even then I had to call my parents before I went to bed. I don't know why that happened all the time - sometimes it got so bad that my parents had to come and take me home. My first time at sleep-away summer camp (the summer before seventh grade) was the end of it. This camp is in Arkansas (my friend's mom went there when she was a kid, and that summer was also my friend's first time), a six hours' drive away from my house. As we sat in the line for registration, I started imagining the worst-case scenario, all the bad what-if's and I started sobbing. I got on the phone with my mom and I practically screamed at her to come and get me, even though I knew it would be time for bed before she got to me and that we wouldn't be home until 3 AM if she did come get me. My friend's aunt was there too, and once I got off the phone she took me into a huge hug, which really was all I needed to start feeling better. She told me that her first time at camp was hard too, but that she thought of all the fun things that would happen during the week and that it would be better soon. Miraculously, I felt better almost instantly and I haven't felt homesick since. I've been back to that camp twice after, and I'm still determining whether I should go again this summer or go on a school trip.