A Tutti Frutti Hawaiian Picnic

I believe that I am a different person in and around water. A little more free. More at peace. Flooded with a sense of adventure and somehow suddenly sporty. It brings out a different side of me. A version of Camille that not many know but one that feels, in a way, most like myself. Perhaps it is because so much of my childhood was spent at the pool, on the lake, at the river and driving to the beach. Summers growing up in the Pacific Northwest water seemed to simply run through my veins, shaping not only my memories but who I fundamentally am. Today I find that water still calls to me in the exact same way it did in my childhood. Unabashedly and with gusto. My love for swimming seems to awaken something inside of me that nothing else can. I become a bit of a tomboy, a little more fearless, there is a tiny hint of adrenaline junkie. Hat on backwards, jet skis roaring, endless flailing falls while learning to wakesurf, attempting to surf foil on a dare, diving from as many cliffs as possible… I feel like a kid who needs to be called in at the end of day as golden hour slips into dusk. It is a type of joy that nothing else can mimic. And from this, there is only one conclusion… I believe that I have a soul made of water.