This first guest post is from Amanda. I met her when she left comments for me. When I checked out her site I immediately subscribed. She’s got everything from Fancy Nancy books to campfire chicken recipes! Since I’m at camp myself only readers that have previously left comments on my blog will see their comments. I’ll approve the rest when I get back – if I make it.
Amanda is a full-time mom to a five year old son and a two year old daughter, as well as a wife of almost 11 years. In addition, she blogs at Mommy’s Idea Book, a blog devoted to sharing information, tips and encouragement with other moms, wives and homemakers. She enjoys reading, cooking and spending time with her family.
Although it may sound a little pitiful, my only real camp experience came when I was 18 years old. Yeah, I know that sounds a little old to be going to camp. Well, let me explain the situation. I had tried out and was accepted into the Alabama All-State Youth Choir for my church denomination.
All the choir members had to go to camp to practice together for a week, and then go on tour around the state singing for a week. Unfortunately, my church had already signed up for a different week of camp so I had to go by myself. I was scared half to death because I didn’t know what to expect since I had never even been to camp before.
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.
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