Cameron's Non-Fiction Writing Blog

Recently, I learned that my name is essentially just a mosh pit of the most Scottish sounding names my parents could think of. The first clan my name derives from is Clan Cameron. There are many theories regarding where the Camerons originated from, but the most popular of these theories claims that they originally descended from the son of the Royal Family of Denmark who assisted in the restoration of Kind Fergus II of Scotland. He was given the name Cameron as a derivation from the Scottish Gaelic word cam-shròn, meaning crooked nose. The other theories regarding the Clan's origins have to do with well known chiefs and kings as well. Clan Cameron reportedly fought for Robert the Bruce at the Battle of Bannockburn during the Wars of Scottish Independence. According to my father, Clan Cameron is a West Highland Clan in the lands of Lochaber, Within those lands lies the mountain Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in the British Isles whose summit is an impressive 1,345 meters above sea

I don't remember much of my life before middle school, but for some reason listening to old music with my father has always been an exception to that rule. I remember we would find an album from his childhood, and listen to it on repeat for a month or two before moving on to the next. We would do this until we had listened to everything a band had to offer, and then we would decide which songs we thought we would always enjoy, and add the best ones to a playlist he created. My father and I would repeat this process for eleven months a year, making any necessary adjustments as we went along (Naturally, we had many playful debates over whether or not it was fair to include every song by U2.) Then, every December, we would bring out the music collection we had edited and worked on all year, and listen to every song we had included over the course of the month. I remember one year I insisted we listen to extra David Bowie and almost caused us to run out of time for all the other music

About a year ago, my family and I adopted a six month old Silver Labrador from a dog breeder just outside of Kimmundy. We decided to name him Bitzer and less than an hour later I had already fallen in love with him. He is my favorite thing in the world and has been since the day we took him in. He is funny, playful, expressive, loving, and wants nothing more than a nice frozen orange yogurt and blueberry treat alongside a thorough scratching on the bum. As shown in the picture below, he doesn’t show any resemblance in color to a Silver Labrador, but he has two nice and soft floppy ears, a funny brown nose, light blue eyes, a number of whiskers scattered around and under his nose and chin, and he is easily the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. One of my favorite things about Bitzer is his ability to unintentionally entertain. If he’s chewing a toy on the couch, he’ll often accidentally drop the toy off the couch if his chewing slows down. This happens very often and the fact that he still ha

I have been afraid of many things over the course of my life, but only a few of these fears have stuck with me over the course of my life. One fear that refuses to go away is my fear of heights. I have had this fear for as long as I remember but thankfully it’s not as severe as it used to be. I remember when I was smaller I had such a hard time dealing with this fear I refused to ride any Ferris wheel no matter how big or small, I would become anxious and scared if I so much as climbed the bottom few steps of a ladder, and I only ever used the swing set for sitting, not swinging as I was worried I’d fall, no matter how unlikely it was. However, as I am growing older and becoming better at stepping outside my comfort zone, I have begun noticing instances where this fear no longer controls me like it used to. Two summers ago, I visited the CN tower, and instead of backing out and making excuses to leave, I walked on the glass floor despite being several thousand feet in the air and ver