Who wants to go to summer camp?!
Not me.
Summer camp seemed fun!
Nancy Drew went to summer camp and had adventures.
It was my turn: Campfire Girls' Summer Camp loomed.
Nancy Drew went to summer camp and had adventures.
It was my turn: Campfire Girls' Summer Camp loomed.
My sister was there at the same session, though I never got to see her as she was in the younger group.
I was with strangers.
Who were these people that loved summer camp?
Frightening.
I was homesick, lonely, out of balance.
These people had cheerful happy little projects to make.
The artist in me looked longingly at the braided keychains, the beaded headbands, and the badges you could earn if you were attentive and patient, of which I was neither.
So, disappointed on the crafty front,I thought I’d try the pool/pond swimming thingie.
It was green.
Kinda like a pond, but cement.
If my big brothers said there were alligators in our shimmering clear blue pool, then who knew if there were alligators in there!
I missed my brothers.
The food. Different than at home.
I was with strangers.
Who were these people that loved summer camp?
Frightening.
I was homesick, lonely, out of balance.
These people had cheerful happy little projects to make.
The artist in me looked longingly at the braided keychains, the beaded headbands, and the badges you could earn if you were attentive and patient, of which I was neither.
So, disappointed on the crafty front,I thought I’d try the pool/pond swimming thingie.
It was green.
Kinda like a pond, but cement.
If my big brothers said there were alligators in our shimmering clear blue pool, then who knew if there were alligators in there!
I missed my brothers.
The food. Different than at home.
Campy: biscuits wrapped around a stick to cook over a fire.
Everything was wrapped in tinfoil and laid in the coals to cook.
No steaks. Too much smoke.
We went “camping”, hiking up a hill outside of the camp.
Camping at camp.
I had to take salt pills to counter the shy, pale, thin, weak symptoms which was me.
We all had our chores. (my family didn’t have chores, Mom did it all.) Incompetent, I spilled hot bacon grease on my hand, thus needing tending, gauze bandages and a rushed ride back to camp to recoup, poor thing.
Too much cheer!
Singing in the kitchen, singing in the dining room, singing at the campfire, singing on hikes.
And no musicals or even Frank Sinatra, either.
You’d think I’d appreciate that.
So there I was, geeky, skinny, awkward, lost. Horrible
Somehow I lived, only to burst into tears when I saw my mom.
I'm outta here!
Everything was wrapped in tinfoil and laid in the coals to cook.
No steaks. Too much smoke.
We went “camping”, hiking up a hill outside of the camp.
Camping at camp.
I had to take salt pills to counter the shy, pale, thin, weak symptoms which was me.
We all had our chores. (my family didn’t have chores, Mom did it all.) Incompetent, I spilled hot bacon grease on my hand, thus needing tending, gauze bandages and a rushed ride back to camp to recoup, poor thing.
Too much cheer!
Singing in the kitchen, singing in the dining room, singing at the campfire, singing on hikes.
And no musicals or even Frank Sinatra, either.
You’d think I’d appreciate that.
So there I was, geeky, skinny, awkward, lost. Horrible
Somehow I lived, only to burst into tears when I saw my mom.
I'm outta here!
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