Summer Camp . . . tis the Season

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Do you remember this?

Or maybe this?

How about this?

It’s that time of year isn’t’ it? Time for kids to head off to Summer Camp. The other day I started thinking about when I went to Summer Camp. I was listening to the radio when Kyrie by Mr. Mister came on. Old songs, you know how they take you back. Suddenly I felt transported back to the sixth grade, riding in a school bus with my knees up and resting against the back of the seat in front of me and the smell of worn pleather type bus upholstery all around me.

I had on my Walkman. The one with earphones fitted with some sort of foam cushioning that covered almost your whole ear. Mr. Mister was the tape I had in and I had been alternating it with Wham as my classmates and I traveled to Camp Woodleaf for a week of fun. I cannot provide you with a succession humorous tales punctuated by adolescent awkwardness rampant at that age. I don’t recall a lot of the specifics.

I remember though we went on hikes, learned about nature, played games, ate in a cafeteria with a bunch of other kids from different schools. There were even a few night time sneak outs from cabins after curfew; by the boys of course! I even recall a cute camp counselor that we girls talked and giggle about. You know how young girls like to giggle at that age.

All of these thoughts have been with me this past week. Perhaps you have also been thinking about your past Summer Camp experiences as the weather turns warm or you make plans to take your own children to some type of camp this Summer. As you read this, I will be at an adult camp of sorts for the weekend. I think they start calling these things retreats when you reach a certain age but Camp has a more nostalgic ring to it don’t you think? My Mr. Mister and Wham tapes are long gone as is the Walkman. Instead of a bus, I will have driven myself. I expect though that camp is still camp and it will create a new set of memories and experiences to pleasantly think about in the future. Along with my remembrances of Woodleaf and a simpler technological time.

What do you remember from your Summer Camp experiences?

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About Southern Adventuress

Transplant from California now living in Charleston, South Carolina after getting married in September 2010 to a Southerner. Join me as I reinvent my house on a strict budget, navigate the streets of my city; meet the challenges of pet ownership; and delve into education after institutional learning.

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