Lucrezia stepped off the bus to Sunshine Camp with a frown. It was her first time away from home, and already, she missed her soft bed and quiet room. The camp was loud, full of kids running and shouting.

She followed the counselor to her cabin where she met her bunkmates. They seemed nice, but all she saw was a tiny bed with a lumpy pillow waiting for her. Lucrezia sighed deeply.

The first night, Lucrezia lay awake, swatting away at the mosquitoes and listening to the unfamiliar noises of nature. She missed the city sounds that lulled her to sleep.

Meal times were no better. The food was different from what she was used to, and she couldn't understand why everyone else seemed to enjoy it.

Activities were filled with dirt and bugs, neither of which Lucrezia liked. She couldn't see the fun in getting muddy or chasing after frogs.

One afternoon, while escaping from a game of tag, Lucrezia found a shiny glass pendant outside the girls' bathroom. It was beautiful and unlike anything she'd ever seen.

When she held the pendant, it reflected happy images of laughing children and smiling counselors. She wondered why she couldn't be as happy as the people in the reflections.

Lucrezia started spending more time with the pendant, lost in the happiness of others, searching for what made them so content. She longed to feel that way too.

Then, one startling afternoon, words formed in the pendant: 'DO YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY? TOUCH YOUR REFLECTION.' Lucrezia hesitated, but her desire to smile was overwhelming.

As her finger met her reflection, the world around her swirled. The pendant radiated a bright light, and suddenly, Lucrezia was no longer at camp. She was in a place filled with laughter.

Here, in this magical reflection world, Lucrezia felt a joy she had never known. She played and laughed without a care, but soon realized she missed her campmates and counselors.

Wanting to return, she held the pendant tight and wished to be back. In a burst of light, she was again in her bunk bed, with a newfound appreciation for the imperfect, messy joy of camp life.