Sitting there by the campfire Watching sparks flicker in the cool night air These summer nights Cool and refreshing The stars in the sky shine As they burn through the inky blackness  The smell of fresh pine floats in the air I wiggle my toes in the soft sand beneath my feet The flame of the fire reflects off the water Little kids with jars in their hands...

As you grow, you will most definitely ask the question, who am I?  And the world we live in is full of people that are more than willing to try and tell you exactly who you are and what you are meant to be.  Some may say you are like an object or an empty entity and that it doesn’t matter how you look or can be used.  You will be treated as though you are meaningless. ...