I actually went to the Aloha Camps in Fairlee, Vermont. Funny how camp is so similar everywhere. I went to camp for eight summers--seven as a camper, one as a counselor. It's been ten years since I last went and I still miss it. I've never been homesick, but I do get campsick (the title of the piece is from a camp song about that--"Every June I feel just the same/When I hear Lake Morey calling my name/Gotta be with you once again Old Hideaway").
As you can maybe tell, this is pretty much a love note to my camp. Just me exorcising all my unresolved issues because the last summer I was there I was planning to come back, but then I never did. It really is a whole different world, isn't it? I'm glad it speaks so strongly to a fellow camper!
(And at my camp, the counselors drank a ton. That I didn't make up. When I was a counselor, I did not drink, so I pretty much spent half the summer in the counselor room by myself. If you're wondering whether I put myself in the story, I did--I'm in the counselor room over at the girls' camp. :) )
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Date: 2009-03-06 04:50 pm (UTC)As you can maybe tell, this is pretty much a love note to my camp. Just me exorcising all my unresolved issues because the last summer I was there I was planning to come back, but then I never did. It really is a whole different world, isn't it? I'm glad it speaks so strongly to a fellow camper!
(And at my camp, the counselors drank a ton. That I didn't make up. When I was a counselor, I did not drink, so I pretty much spent half the summer in the counselor room by myself. If you're wondering whether I put myself in the story, I did--I'm in the counselor room over at the girls' camp. :) )