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I was at base camp, wondering whether the ice floes were breaking up, or if we stil had a few more weeks before we needed to board the ships and head back to Greenaland. We had come to research the solar wind’s effect on polar bear migration.
By Kermit on 05.04.2011
Where we touch each others braids and think about what its like to be women. Fables of tiny pink painted finger nails reaching deep down where they shouldn’t. It makes them too excited but they do it anyways between the gossip and whispers about long legends whose creeping terrors still strike in anxious chests and flutter thighs.
By ^^^' paper mountains`^^^ URL on 05.04.2011
cramped am I in this horrid house beneath sunflowers dried faces peeking over the crate imposing get away from me corpses of another past let me peel you to pieces and wrench these bars apart and fly that I may flee that I may be free!
By Effie Felix URL on 05.04.2011
sitting in the forest surrounded by the sound of trees in motion and the clatter of insects and other wildlife. the smell of a smoky campfire fills ur nose as you inhale taking in the suttle scents of decomposing and freshly blossomed leaves. you hear the water from the river nearby gurgle as the current draws it further and you can taste the slightly charred yet deliciously sticky marshmellows melting in your mouth.
By autumn on 05.04.2011
I just want to camping, let go of the world
Escape from everything, the lights, the noises, the people.
Just me myselft and I, enjoying nature.
No one can tell me what’s right and what’s wrong.
I can walk around for hours aimlessly and no one could give a single damn.
By Salma on 05.04.2011
summer camp is horrible! why do parents send their kids to those things? I mean, cold showers, crappy food, and being near sweaty prepubescent boys doesn’t exactly sound like the best way I could spend a summer.
By Melissa on 05.04.2011
I used to go to tennis camp when I was little
to my dismay
My mom is a tennis freak
It was during the summer
the courts were miserably hot
100+ degrees hot
I melted as I volleyed and served and backhand returned
The coaches were douchebags
and picked favorites
By Marisa URL on 05.04.2011
Never got to go when I was a kid. Always thought it would be so much fun – all the friendships I’d make and trouble I’d get into. Then I remember that I hate bugs, don’t like sleeping outside, really enjoy my own bed (and always have) and am not super outdoorsy. Hmm…maybe it wouldn’t have been so fun. Maybe it would be a childhood memory I wouldn’t cherish but would instead continue to punish my parents for making me go.
By AmyR URL on 05.04.2011
camp it is a place where kids or people go to have family time or to have a time to teach students about nature. camping is a fun past time. where you can go fishing, hiking, and cooking out at the camp fire. you can stay late at nigh looking under the stars with someone you love.
By Stefanie on 05.04.2011
The camp had peraphenelia scattered carelessly around. Clothes were thrown and papers were crumpled. A few of the campers lay around, dazed and confused, while others lay off on the side, settled behind bushes for temporary cover.
By Frankie on 05.04.2011
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By judyann URL on 05.04.2011
I love camping. Both with my family, or at a summer camp where we get to have first kisses, eat smores and pretend we’re independant. I long for the days at summer camp. Boys, everlasting friendships that end the second you see your old friends again , but still matter so much.
By Heather on 05.04.2011
If there’s one thing that I could do for the rest of my life, I’m not sure what it would be.. But it might be to camp. It might be to live in the great outdoors and breathe clean, cool air (or hot, sticky air in the summer heat while sleeping in blond grass). I might just live my life under the wide open sky in wide open space (or small cramped spaces, behind waterfalls and in secret caverns). I might just live free. I might just have to eat bugs, or moss. Actually, forget that. I’ll live on baked beans and berries (this is camping, after all, not crazy-town). I might decide that I’d rather live with wolves than with people. I might find another restless, undeciding soul to sleep with, our backs on the hard ground under the silent stars. I might.
By Rachel Jensen on 05.04.2011
As i camped out in my desolate, lonely basement i watched the butane spark to life and as the filter collapsed on my last cigarette i wonder will anyone miss me? i came to the conclusion the answer was no.
By lubzores URL on 05.04.2011
I worked at a camp over the summer. Part of me thinks I’m not social enough to want to live at a summer camp. At least at college “camp for grown ups” you have months to get to know people but it’s such a short amount of time in the summer. I don’t know if I can open myself up in that short amount of time to people.
By Kelly on 05.04.2011
I like to camp. I remember a camping trip in North Carolina. It was one of the best experiences of my life. I love to feel the fresh air and risk being eaten alive. :)
By Olivia on 05.04.2011
The heat was unbearable. The demons poked at their naked flesh as they waited to get into their eternal torment. The new inductees cried out as they stood in line, roasting and bleeding. All that is, except Timmy. “Aw, this ain’t nothing.” he said, “Last year, I had to go to summer camp with my little brother.”
By richpee URL on 05.04.2011
fires and forest surround pitched tents in pitch black beneath a canopy of cosmic dust, seen whenever a breath is lost, we look up, in love with the world, and stay up until sunrise, the fires die, the sky comes alive, and i suffocate on the breath it takes to make a statement: that i am a man and i will make it somewhere, sometime, somehow because we are one with everyone, everything, everywhere.
By victor URL on 05.04.2011
The first time I went to camp was a church camp. Baptist. Some called it cultish. Although I really enjoyed the snack bar. My mom always gave me an extra few dollars. Singles. As if sending me off to a kiddie strip club. How ironic. Also the camps always included bonfires and acoustic guitar sing a longs. A perfect combination to go along with my one dollar Reese’s candy bar.
By Tyler Lindley on 05.04.2011
one time i went camping. it was the best experience of my whole entire life :) the night consisted of your average marshmallows and camp fire, but it also consisted of more magical things. because you see, my dear reader, that is the night i found out i had 30 days to live and i had fallen in love. how tragic, right? well, no actually, it wasn’t.
By Jasmine on 05.04.2011
I thought about life as I looked up at the stars. I was at camp, the same one I’ve been going to for the past six summers of my life and this would be my final year here. I thought about where I saw myself going and who would be involved. Never in a million years though would I have guessed that I’d lose my best friend. Not to an accident or anything but just to life.
By Gabbie URL on 05.04.2011
Church camp was always fun. A bunch of eager Baptists running around leading games and services and free time. My Mom always gave me a few singles for the snack bar like she was sending me off to the local strip club. Reeses peanut butter cups and acoustic sing a longs. Camp was alright.
By Tyler URL on 05.04.2011
everything wasn’t red or anything, but it was still nice moodlighting. she guessed. red is supposed to be such an angry color. coloring in and out of the lines.
By Dagger URL on 05.04.2011
I never liked camp. The trees looked at me funny. The water smelled like roses. I didn’t like roses. I remember as a child being dragged off to the camps by my parents. I told them I didn’t like it. I told them I didn’t belong there. They never listened. So I stopped trying. As much as I hated it, I’d rather be at camp than with them.
By ellalah URL on 05.04.2011
I set up my tent just like you showed me. I laid out under the stars because that’s what we always did. Hot spaghettios on a cold night, dog laying near by, huddled tight in the green sleeping bag. It was almost like it used to be. Almost.
By Katie URL on 05.04.2011
Camping out beneath the stars, with the slight tickle of the grass and the soft breeze, is what heaven would feel like if heaven existed.
By J on 05.04.2011
children running in the sand of forgotten time. air breathes down their backs like wings on a bird propelling it through thin air. the sun like a blister that bursts but drips wet and smooth, dry and free. redness all over. laughter inside pour out like the smell of familiar old sunblock.
By Bebe on 05.04.2011
booty camp, derby camp. barbacues, and fire places, and family. goats. dogs running. horses. mount. pines and picnics. hills. cows. milk.sweet milk.
By lau on 05.04.2011
fires and fun in the water singing songs pillow fights tents frogs fish and the moon and stars sleeping bags mosquito bites flashlights and snakes firefly’s raccoons.
By kyle URL on 05.04.2011
mist 2007 when the most happened and i had so muchfun with all the habesha of the world…lol i miss the good ol days and sleeping with luma all the time nad hating waking up for prayebut we did it anyway
By guelila on 05.04.2011
Set up camp, pitch the tent, mosquito
By Bailey URL on 05.04.2011
Girl scout camp: I never felt like I quite fit in. I mean, I was always too mature for my age, which isn’t that easy to live with when you’re under the age of 12. Let’s just say looking back on it now, I’m glad it’s over.
By Kylie on 05.04.2011
I’ve worked at a Girl Scout Camp for four years and went there as a camper for many years before that. I love it, which is surprising because I’m generally not a huge nature fan. Some of my favorite memories have occurred while at that camp. I’ve also felt the most important I’ve ever felt while there as a counselor. You really can touch a child’s life by just listening to them and interacting with them for a week.
By Amanda Poppe URL on 05.04.2011
Camp is such a normal thing to do in the summer. I’ve been going to camp since I was a little girl. Camp is where my best friend to this day. Camp is where I lost my free willy necklace. Camp is where I worshiped with my friends on rainy mornings in a chapel. Camp is where I conquered my monsters and when I left I went back to being the same person as I was before. As if it never happened.
By Danielle URL on 05.04.2011
My Internet is out at home-
I have to type this on my phone.
Excuse me the brevity,
Allow me this levity;
I’ve never been to camp.
By Aaron M. URL on 05.04.2011
There were drag queens that first explained to me what it meant. It is humor and sass and meant not to be hurtful, but playful. Two snaps and a lot of attitude! A war of words and wits. Be careful when you walk into their realm, they can be vicious, especially on a slow night.
By AudioPicasso URL on 05.04.2011
Camp. I never got to go to a real camp. i have a few morman friends though and when I could go to their girls camp for free i jumped at the chance. Now I just wonder if other camps are just like morman camp. sure the ideals and initial basis behind the camp would be different but really its a bunch of girls staying in cabins, not showering, eating copious amounts of candy,, and staying up all night talking, and competing with the other cabins even to the extent of stealing thier hugh jackman poster or batman mask.
By Whit URL on 05.04.2011
seeing every last bright bulb sparking above. out here you can see every one of them like billions of floating candles sailing on the night lake.
By Park URL on 05.04.2011
Camp was fun. Swimming every day, and arts and crafts. S’mores too. Those were good. Learning new constellations ’round a fire. Good times. Excellent times, actually.
Way better than math class, anyway.
I turned my head to the window and waited for summer to begin again.
By GloriousClio URL on 05.04.2011
I went to the camp to find myself, alone. This was an intentional solo adventure to avoid society and to hopefully lure the true me out of my mind and back into my skin.
By T. Michael Smith URL on 05.04.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.