(or So. Many. Questions.)
The boys went to an overnight summer camp for two weeks. I’ve had so many questions I’ve been so excited to ask them. I tried, I really did, to not ask so many questions. But it was hard. I wanted to know all about this fabulous experience and understand their new world, even though I probably am not a welcome visitor in that world. I’ve tried to respect that and honor that, and yet inquiring minds want to know!! I just can’t help myself.
Did you have fun?
Did you make new friends?
Who is that blonde kid you are always standing next to? What’s his name? Where is he from?
What activities did you like best?
What did you learn?
I really think that for the most part, summer camps, especially southern summer camps, are all very much alike. There is something that can only be called “camp spirit” that is a living part of this magical experience. Also, all summer camps smell the same – or at least all baggage and dirty clothes smell the same. This I confirmed as soon as we got home and I opened the duffle bags. This makes it easy for camp-people to relate to each other, even if they went to different camps. This is in part how I knew the boys would have a great time, even though they would not be romping through the same forests and streams that I did as a kid.