June 17, 2011
I’d all but forgotten about summer camp rituals. The dining hall habits and games. The chants and shouts between cabins. The best path to get from here to there. The joys of shared bathrooms. The eternal competitions. Closing ceremonies with bonfires at night, with storytelling and the counselors disappearing somewhere to have some adult fun. I spent several years going to camp, but only for two weeks. I never liked the first day or two, but I did have a lot of fun, even when the rules chafed. I wonder what it would have been like for a longer period.