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. 🙂