My parents sent me to church camp every summer from the year before 3rd grade to the year after 12th grade. I loved it! It was big enough that I could blend in; small enough that I couldn’t get lost in the crowd.
I don’t have one particular memory that stands out, just lots and lots of fun times. I remember long bus trips, hot days to swim in the lake, and rainy days with games in the dining hall. Learning to serve a volleyball, paddle a canoe, and be a team player. Fighting for a sink/mirror, perfecting the art of a quick shower, and taking out my contacts without a mirror. Starting to pack clothes a week ahead of time, trying to look nice for chapel and all the new boys, taking my suitcase right to the washer when I got home. Devotions, learning new songs, and raging bonfires. Waking up early, going all day, and collapsing into bed at night.
Since I’ve been too old to be a camper I have attended every other year as a worker. I’ve run the store, helped in the kitchen, and done a variety of things. This year I’m going to be a counselor. It’s the same campground that I’ve attended for years, and the same basic schedule so I’m hoping that will give me a bit of an edge. I’m hoping I’ll make it. As an adult the biggest memory I have is exhaustion!
There is no internet there, and hardly any cell phone signal so I have some great guest posts lined up for the rest of this week. Only readers who have left comments previously will be able to see their comments. All others will be held in moderation until I’m back. I’m sure I’ll have lots to tell you next week. 
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Have fun!! I miss camp. The fourth and fifth graders from our church went this year for the first time. Ethan’s going into third grade, so I really hope they do it again next year.
Oh I hope you have a great week!! I miss camp…. can’t wait till my kids are old enough maybe we can join you then!! haha
i too miss being in camp… it’s quite silly but the fondest memory i have was when i got to spend some time with a crush i had back then, which btw turned out to be a really good friend… it happened rarely as i would get very nervous and i’d run out of things to say when i’m in front of her… we now just laugh about it…
I went to a convent so we didn’t quite do church camp just camp but that said, it’s funny how I still remember both of the two that I attended very clearly. I played with the same kids, we played the same games, we had the same school teachers with us but somehow it’s different to be “away” with people, it seems to create different bonds and dynamics – there is that senseof holiday which bears the knowledge of time running out with it – it seems to make you appreciate every moment a little bit more.
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