This is a picture of Mt. Adams that I took a couple of years ago on my family’s annual camping trip over the 4th of July. Not only is Adams my last name, me and my family have been camping there to get our dogs away from the fireworks since before I was born. This place is a second home and a huge part of my identity and of what makes me, me. Mt. Adams is the first thing I think of whenever I am asked to think of something that represents and/or defines me.