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The summer camp I have worked at for the past four years is by far my favorite place in the world. It's sad to think one day I will not get to work at the greatest place on earth. My favorite part has been watching the kids return each year. It is beautiful to see kids return with more social skills and knowledge than the year before and getting to be a part of their development even in the slightest is the best.

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Growing up I was extremely close to all the neighborhood kids. One summer we decided, or I think one of our moms decided we should have a reading competition. Whoever could read the most books during the summer would get bragging rights (of course) and get to go to Central Dairy and order the biggest ice-cream sundae they had. Now looking back at the prize not sure why I tried so hard to win but that summer I read, and I read, and I read. My favorite book that summer was "The Bad Beginning" from the "A Series of Unfortunate Events" book series. I would continue to read the rest of the series and our summer reading challenge even lasted a few summers until we all "outgrew" it.

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Road Trips With My Family  (Words/World)

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Road Trips With My Family  (Words/World)

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My family took many road trips when I was a kid. Between fighting in the backseat with my brother over what movie we were going to watch I would read for hours, listen to music, and force my family to play the "ABC Billboard game." My favorite activity on these long road trips was when my parents would share stories from their own young adult-lives/childhoods.

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Growing up and even today my parents love a good DIY project. I can remember learning about the different types of tools from my dad and then five minutes later him showing me how to use them. My mom would create the vision for what she wanted my dad to build and she always asked if my brother and I wanted to indulge in our creativity and join her.

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It was very important to my dad growing up that my brother and I were exceptional spellers so to guide us to success he made us practice spelling words with him all the time. We could be in the car on the way to practice/school, vacationing on the beach,  and even sometimes at the dinner table. It became a fun activity we did together. It was our very own spelling bee each night.

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I am a terrible cook, but I love cookbooks. Some of my favorite presents ever have been cookbooks. As soon as I get a new cookbook, I read it from start to finish. I pick out my favorite recipes and send them to my favorite chef-my mother!  Out of the recipes I have studied, my favorite recipes to look at are breakfast foods. I think breakfast foods are my favorite/go-to because I can actually cook most breakfast foods. I have perfected my avocado toast adding unique toppings such as jalapeños and sometimes even feta cheese! (No matter what the avocado toast MUST have sliced cherry tomatoes with an egg on top)

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I have loved singing since I can remember. From putting on concerts for my family and friends using a mop as a microphone to hiding songs I created in my "secret song writing journal" when I was ten, I have always been drawn to vocal music and performance. Last time I performed in  person was when I was fifteen, nowadays I stick to trying to learn the piano, singing in the shower, and belting out the chorus to "Jackie and Wilson" by Hozier.

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Helias Catholic High School - Music Department Spring Show 2016

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Competition has shaped the way I view the world and my development growing up from races in the neighborhood after dinner, intense family cards games where an old sheet had to cover the mirror so no one would cheat, traveling sports teams, the annual two man touch football game after Thanksgiving dinner, and of course lots and lots of pickle-ball tournaments in the driveway.

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I did not grow up with my parents reading me a bedtime story every night but when I did get a bedtime story read it was "The Little House" and my mom always was the one to read it to me. When we would read it together, we would read it over and over again. I remember being so mesmerized by the story, now that I think of it this book was the first book I ever loved. This book is still in my top ten favorite books and I still prefer it to be read by my mom.