My first Buddhist camp.

I may be a Christian but my parents are Buddhists so i was forced to go for a Buddhist youth camp which well i really ended up enjoying. sure its not the same with the Puja instead of devotions, reflections instead of grace and fun but rough activities instead of the peacefull but fun games. But as different as it is it is still a camp as all my others, a camp i will never forget. The camp reminded me of something i had learned but forgoten and thats that we are one, sure this may be of a different religion but we are all the same race, not the chinese race or indians or muslim or thaoists but the human race and that we are all 1 regardless of our taste in anything but 1 non-the-less.