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Summer nights with the family, mosquitos eating at my flesh like famished monsters. Firelight in the evenings with warm smiles and happy laughter surrounding and enveloping us all into a trance that will last all summer.
By SDMason on 08.08.2017
Time to camp out under the stars, make s’mores with chocolate bars. Forget the trains and planes and cars – we’re naked under the moon.
Take a swim in the freezing lake. Find a claim of land to stake. After all, it’s yours to take, but it’ll be burned up soon.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 08.09.2017
The rain is like a friend of mine who accompanies me to a festival and sits in the midst of music i have never heard before until it starts to get louder as quietly as it goes to a crescendo. It makes me feel there is something.
By Robert Kohlhammer on 08.09.2017
i think of camp as torture, you know? it is like getting punched in the face multiple times!
By solara URL on 08.09.2017
Can anyone ‘member planning camping and mangling practically everything?
By Dewey Roth URL on 08.09.2017
It comes again, on the low tide of my best attempts at approaching things as too inevitable to worry about. So I show up, as expected, and I’d done before, as I’d done every time before. Success doesn’t matter, failure doesn’t matter. As much is it doesn’t lead to my best work, and I hope this isn’t a swamp of apathy I’m sinking in, I can’t help but take some enjoyment from a respite of worrying about the things unchangeable. It would be, if all that worry wasn’t running full speed in another recess of my head space.
It’s not as bad as I would have thought, anyway. It just happens. I smile, demonstrate, talk when no one really wants me to. It’s good. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s the same thing over and over and over again without wearing thin. I try to imagine what ten, twenty, fifty years of nothing but the same thing would look like, could I keep my claim then? Sometimes I think I could, sometimes I don’t. Mostly I think I won’t find out at all.
I hunt for a microwave for lunch. I’m told there isn’t any. I find one.
The heat wasn’t so bad. I wouldn’t care if I burned. The time drags on, but I don’t necessarily want it to end, this time standing outside a back door. It’s open, and I can’t go in, and it causes traffic that shouldn’t happen, but you leave it open. I think of just telling you to close it. Instead I just stand outside it. I stand outside it until it is empty.
By Ai URL on 08.09.2017
We brought our find back to camp. Gail took one look at it and outright refused. “It’s a dog!”, she choked. “We have no choice.”, was my reply.
By DM URL on 08.09.2017
we met at camp like all those young adult novels and movies had told me we would. where our story differs from these, i did not predict. i would not predict the screaming and bruised marks and tears. i thought we would have the fairy-tale cheery sunny ending.
By Amanda on 08.09.2017
Over the ridge, the moon rose: large and red and veined like a woman’s breast. Ahooooo.
By and& on 08.09.2017
“We’ll stop here for the night.” At those words, she felt the entire group collapse in relief behind her in the clearing. She didn’t look back as she dropped her pack and strode over to the crystalline waters of the river, breathing in the air. “Oh, yes, this will be a great place. We should get a fire started immediately.”
By Bridget Grace on 08.09.2017
camp is funny, camp is fun, camp is summer and trees and in the beginning loneliness, camp is working and struggle and life lived on the margins of society. camp is farm workers in long sleeve shirts and hats.
By jassy on 08.09.2017
i went to a camp when i was just 9 years old i love it soooooooo much i will always remember it for ever we had a pool foood park sports video games game room and much more
By joseph URL on 08.09.2017
The first ghosts weren’t seen until the second week. Before that, the camp seemed fun, peaceful, even. After the first apparition was seen by one of the counselors, though, phone calls were made, children were driven home, and the camp was deserted by all, save for those, whose parents couldn’t get there fast enough; after that, there was no point.
By conlustro on 08.09.2017
Summer camp, the summer of ’68.
Sticky trails of melted popsicles molded into the dirt paths to the cabins, bright and gooey looking when the light hit them just right. I’d stepped in one, actually. It was disgusting, but at the time just ‘gross’ seemed to suffice. Looking back, it reminds me of how old I am. A little boy at summer camp with rosy cheeks and the complexion of vanilla ice cream, living the American dream. Old America, where little girls wore dresses and no one under 16 was aware of the possible nuclear winter that may have occurred at any moment. We were dumb, really, that’s all. Summer camp was dumb but pure, full of childhood innocence. To the left there was your pretty crush giggling under a big oak tree and to the right were boys beating each other up for chocolate. It was simpler then, and I wish it still was.
By Mayang on 08.09.2017
I left camp after 3 days when I was 12 years old. I didn’t leave for obvious reasons. Bullying? No. Boredom? No. I left because there was a void in my heart as terrible and powerful as black hole. You see, I had dropped my last Oreo in the dirt.
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By lizzy on 08.09.2017
fun,boring,crazy,alright,messy,nasty,entertaining,interesting,explore,nothing,long,week long, night,no sleep, spendind time with your friends,
By morgan snipes on 08.09.2017
YOU ROAST MARSHMALLOWS AT THE CAMP GROUNDS. SLEEP IN TENTS. GET BIT BY BUGS. HANG WITH FRIENDS. MAKE FIRES. SET UP YOUR TENTS. LOOK AT THE MOON. WAKE UP EARLY
By SYDNEY on 08.09.2017
One day i went to camp it was so fun. We had partys and camp fires. The only thing i didnt like was that we had to wake up so early. And if you know me you would know that i dont like waking up early.
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By leah brunson URL on 08.09.2017
I never went to summer camp. Too poor. It’s a rite of passage for American kids, though, isn’t it? Maybe that’s why my first kiss wasn’t until I was 19 and I never learned to swim. Maybe that’s why I can’t write a book about a summer romance… Maybe not going to camp is why I never experienced the proverbial “summer.”
By Anna C. on 08.09.2017
el campamento es grande. Tiene una vista al lago. Está lleno de niños y niñas corriendo por el pasto. Comiendo helados de agua de frutilla y piña. El sol brilla fuerte en el cielo y se refleja en el agua.
By trial on 08.09.2017
It was bright sunny morning. Li’l Adi was peering through the windows as the trees and clouds whooshed past. After much coaxing and promising, he was going to his first camp.
By Adithya on 08.09.2017
The camp counselor’s bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the camp as Jason’s machete pierced his chest and poked out his back.
By Daniel Aleckson on 08.09.2017
I never went camping. We had a country house in Wiltshire. That was where I first learnt about Jane Austen, at the same time as learning about bleeding people using leeches, and a few years prior to when I first learnt what a white lie is. I remember seeing it in the rear window and driving away and I didn’t cry. I went camping with my boyfriend. It hurt my back
By Daisy King on 08.09.2017
firs time here. first time camping for about 20 years. i hope to take my kids camping one day, show them how to survive certain situations, bond, teach them to fish. and over all create good memories to last lifetimes. -jayclap
By Jason Claproth on 08.09.2017
We made it back to the camp. It was just a short trek, but we really weren’t sure we’d make it. Cal needed to be helped during the final leg. The wolves got him pretty bad. We think he’s going to make it, but it was pretty scary.
By Stan Kramer URL on 08.09.2017
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