A little over a year ago I was asked an extremely difficult question. My mother asked what I wanted to do for my Bat Mitzvah Project, and I was stumped for an answer. Charity has been a part of my life since I was little, and trying to narrow my options into only one final choice was difficult.

We stood in the middle of the field, all hugging, all crying, all not wanting to go home. It was the last day of camp, and while I knew that I had to get on the bus to the airport, I desperately did not want to leave Camp Yavneh. The Jewish summer camp had been my home for the past two months- the same way that it had been during the six previous summers.