One time at band camp, a girl was sticking a flute in her vagina, while the rest of the students were trying to grow without making too much a fool of themselves. Camp must have been a silly thing back then, really. But even then, breaking up is hard to do. You never know who you’re going to get next because life is full of unfortunate things, impredictable and mind boggling, specially when you go to camp.
Summer camp. Wheat State. Young love and heart breaks. Experiencing God in whole new ways. Finding that “one cute boy” that you know is “meant for you.” Sitting in the “happy square.” Trying to sneak in to the Tab just for the A/C. Jumping in the “wrong” lake. No care in the world. Sheer happiness! Oh the memories…
Letter to send home, just to say how happy we are. The councilor read them, so we all feel we have to say we are happy. Doesn’t matter if it is true or not. Just letter home from camp to make the parents feel better.
I like to camp. Camp is fun. I like when we camp at the beach. It’s very pretty. I love it! I wish I could go camping all the time. With a fire going, and s’mores. Yum! The pretty smells and sounds. And the feel of the fresh air outside,too.
I love to go camping. The first time I went camping, I thought we were going to be in cabins and have electricity. Boy, I thought wrong. We pulled up to the campsite and all that was there was a picnic bench. My best friend already knew that this would be the situation, but I didn’t. So I was very confused…..I learned how fun camping could be though, and it was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had.
Last time I went camping I was chased by a bear. He wanted to tell me something about my past that was imperative for my future. But, being a bear, all I did was run, run, run, run, run. I ran until I couldn’t feel it anymore. I ran. I ran. I stumbled. I fell. All ended in a blank haze of nonfeeling.
“Hello. You’ve reached, Camp Tanglewood. We are a full service survival facility, where you can find the latest in militia gear and training. We are ever vigilant and ever ready, prepared to respond to any emergency at a moment’s notice. All of our operators are currently assisting other callers. Please leave a message at the tone. BEEEEP!”
The small summer camp was invested with mosquito’s and other parasites, ugly wood cabins with chipped paint surrounded the place. It was disgusting, I cannot believe they sent me to church camp, this is pathetic!
they were the best days ever, nobody knew ech other from before, but somehow they became like a family, a smal familly that will always be in my heart
all the places, all our adventures each single song will be in a big part of my memory, that camp, that place from far far away, or at least it seemed like that
I always wanted to go camping. That is one childhood experience that I definitely think i missed out on. My mother couldn’t afford it I guess because I was the middle child of 4. Also, I think she would have been afraid to send me to the wilderness with strangers, which I think was a big issue with many black families.
I went to a volleyball camp in Humboldt when I was in the eighth grade. Technically I was going into ninrth, but the whole point is that this is the only camp I ever went to. I was going to go camping for a trip at an eigth grade fundraiser but I decided not to goo because it would be much to cold. i dont like being cold, it is highly uncomfortable and I do not know how any one can stand ity I like to be warm I prefer it that way.
Oh, camp. I’ve been to camp once. Jesus Camp. Church camp with a lot of awkward girls from my cousins church. People who pretended to be obsessed with Jesus and this one chick whose dad got run over by a train. And people having sex in the woods. 12-year-olds. Jolly-ho. Anyhoo, I want to go to a real camp someday.
camp, Sierra Mountain Music Camp, which to my state of mind is absolute heaven a week away from technology just me friends and music, I can’t think of anything better.
fires in the woods with girlscouts eating burnt marshmellows on a rainy day in the middle of the woods. no sleep, oven boxed pizza & tuna melt sandwiches. bandanas are everyones hat & we all eat out of tins. call em little but their hearts are huge & their memories will echo throughout their life. on our honor, we will try to have a childrens imagination all our lives.
It is the highlight of life. It is dangerous, wet, and cold. It is not knowing whats next or who is around the corner. the dark is depressing and full of regret. have you felt your hair stand on end? when was the last time you took a breath? I want out.
I went to summer camp once when I was younger. The first time I went was for a week and the second summer I went was for 2 weeks. I remember being so worried about being homesick that I was so afraid my mom would forget about me. When I got home I found my mother had redone my room for my birthday. I was so excited! It was definitely a good memory and Im glad I went. I made a bunch of friends there that I’m still in contact with to this day! Sarah Berry. (:
camp is a place where kids go when they dont know what else to do with their summers. its also a place where kids go because they like going there every year. i wish i had a cool camp to go to when it was time. camp feels like home, an oasis, a place to stop caring about 95% of things that used to matter. i hate sounding like i’m preaching but kids benefit from camp.
Camp is a place where memories are made. Where friendships blossom and secret lovers re–unite underneath the bright white stars that cover the sky with their radiant qualities. Camp is a faraway home that one never really wants to leave.
i like camp.i cant wait to see the world change with just one leader to effect the environment with souls combine,am i to deep for my own good,singing dancing playing teaching ampfire songs oh my!!
The summer before I turned fourteen. Sticky days and cool nights with fireflies and boys all around. Young love that lasts for three weeks but feels like three years.
camp has amazing things attached to it the death of animals the illuminati and self indulged pleasure camp is a training ground for the end of the world lets pull together
She works at a church camp, and I can’t decide whether or not this indicates that she could be a Jesus freak. Most likely, it indicates that it is possible but not necessarily true at all. Much like mostly everything.
once i went camping with my dad and brother and my brothers best friends family. it was really cold but we had this huge awesome space to chill in. we played kickball and hiked during the day and then went to sleep. in the morning we had hot chocolate that my dad brought and made yummy food. it was sunny most of the time, but obviously not at night, but it was really cold. mostly you just wanted to bundle up instead of playing anything. then we left and drove down a dirt road home
I always have been, always am, a solitary creature at camp. I set up my own things, and then I spend hours staring at the water, swimming though I hate it, hiking along the stream. The water calms me in ways nobody and nothing else can. I return to eat, and then I prefer not to sit outside by the fire and chat, the way all families do. I am different; I can’t help it. I lie in my tent staring at the blockade between me and the sky. When it’s dark enough, I try to fall asleep, and spend listless hours miserably tossing and turning. I may be solitary, but at night my facade fails me. I long to hear something other than strange footsteps and unfamiliar calls, I wish that I had someone, anyone there with me. But I always stay up ’til five and wake at eight, all alone.
Every year, My extended family goes on a camping trip. There are a lot of people and I do not know half of them because I only see them maybe twice every four years(cons of living in Japan).
we went camping and then they got food poisoning. it was an eventful day to say the least. I liked the trip to yogi bear campsite. the food was gross and the trees were big. we made a sugar candy tube thing. then it rained and we checked for spiders.
is where I worked my butt off in Michigan humidity.
My family moved across the state to work there too, but
the director was a liar and kicked them off the grounds
with 10 hours notice.
my muscles ache, i can feel the sting of summer across my cheeks. i am weary and i can smell campfire on my clothes. my Toms crunch in the gravel. i am ready of rest and a shower, a nice hot shower, to get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
The water dripped off the edge of my nose slowly as time slowly ceased to exist all around me. I took in the sweet smell of rain and appreciated the pain on my arm the hail had caused. I looked around and assesed the situation, I had to keep going forward if I was too make it out of the storm.
i think camp is an interesting place because i see so many people that go to it over the summer. i like campoing because is fun and i like to be able to bond with nature and have some time to myself. camping helps me to relax and just let everything go for a little while. when im camping i feel at ease. i dont knowo i should go to cap maybe. yayyy <2fklgndlknd
I have gone to camp every summer since I was a little girl. The relationships I have made their will last a lifetime. Especially the summer that changed my life when I became a christian. Camp means so much more to me than just a place to go in the summer, it is a second home.
I was pushed and knocked aside as people around me walked forward. i was worried more then usual- I had already lost sight of my mother and sister. Father had been taken away long ago and I hadn’t seen him since. MOther cries often now, but I can’t even think about crying too. Amanda would then lose all hope. I had to stay strong for all three of us.
The mud started seeping into my boots as we walked further along the chained pathway. Men with guuns watched us carefully, watching our every move. Some grinned, others frowned, one laughed merrily as we marched by him.
“Welcome!!” he laughed “To ‘camp!’ Work hard now!!” I watched him as I passed by, making eye contact. He dropped his smile and whispered so that only i could hear him.
“The work will set you free.”
Only the Jewish kids I knew growing up ever went to camp. I went to day camp, but it was nothing like the camps Jewish kids go to or that fat kids go to. I had to bring my own lunch and play sports at camp. I hated camp. Every one of my Jewish friends has such fond memories of “camp”. Myself and my gentile friends do not.
Camp time is tent time and it’s really boring unless you like sleeping on lumpy ground and cooking your own food. Then you have to wash the pots and pans in a creek. That sucks unless you like pain.
Summer comes and goes in a flurry of peeled skin, giggling girls and cold, damp nights soaked down to our toes.
Leaving is like cutting part of yourself and storing it away for the winter, like a frog or a bear, burrowing into hibernation until the mosquitoes start breeding and school lets out. Leaving is like stepping out of months filled with laughter and inside jokes and self-discovery into the monotony of primary and secondary education. Into a world were people don’t know why bears are inherently funny, and don’t understand the perfect joy that is the canoe.
One time at band camp, a girl was sticking a flute in her vagina, while the rest of the students were trying to grow without making too much a fool of themselves. Camp must have been a silly thing back then, really. But even then, breaking up is hard to do. You never know who you’re going to get next because life is full of unfortunate things, impredictable and mind boggling, specially when you go to camp.
Summer camp. Wheat State. Young love and heart breaks. Experiencing God in whole new ways. Finding that “one cute boy” that you know is “meant for you.” Sitting in the “happy square.” Trying to sneak in to the Tab just for the A/C. Jumping in the “wrong” lake. No care in the world. Sheer happiness! Oh the memories…
Letter to send home, just to say how happy we are. The councilor read them, so we all feel we have to say we are happy. Doesn’t matter if it is true or not. Just letter home from camp to make the parents feel better.
I like to camp. Camp is fun. I like when we camp at the beach. It’s very pretty. I love it! I wish I could go camping all the time. With a fire going, and s’mores. Yum! The pretty smells and sounds. And the feel of the fresh air outside,too.
I love to go camping. The first time I went camping, I thought we were going to be in cabins and have electricity. Boy, I thought wrong. We pulled up to the campsite and all that was there was a picnic bench. My best friend already knew that this would be the situation, but I didn’t. So I was very confused…..I learned how fun camping could be though, and it was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had.
Last time I went camping I was chased by a bear. He wanted to tell me something about my past that was imperative for my future. But, being a bear, all I did was run, run, run, run, run. I ran until I couldn’t feel it anymore. I ran. I ran. I stumbled. I fell. All ended in a blank haze of nonfeeling.
“Hello. You’ve reached, Camp Tanglewood. We are a full service survival facility, where you can find the latest in militia gear and training. We are ever vigilant and ever ready, prepared to respond to any emergency at a moment’s notice. All of our operators are currently assisting other callers. Please leave a message at the tone. BEEEEP!”
The small summer camp was invested with mosquito’s and other parasites, ugly wood cabins with chipped paint surrounded the place. It was disgusting, I cannot believe they sent me to church camp, this is pathetic!
they were the best days ever, nobody knew ech other from before, but somehow they became like a family, a smal familly that will always be in my heart
all the places, all our adventures each single song will be in a big part of my memory, that camp, that place from far far away, or at least it seemed like that
I always wanted to go camping. That is one childhood experience that I definitely think i missed out on. My mother couldn’t afford it I guess because I was the middle child of 4. Also, I think she would have been afraid to send me to the wilderness with strangers, which I think was a big issue with many black families.
I went to a volleyball camp in Humboldt when I was in the eighth grade. Technically I was going into ninrth, but the whole point is that this is the only camp I ever went to. I was going to go camping for a trip at an eigth grade fundraiser but I decided not to goo because it would be much to cold. i dont like being cold, it is highly uncomfortable and I do not know how any one can stand ity I like to be warm I prefer it that way.
Oh, camp. I’ve been to camp once. Jesus Camp. Church camp with a lot of awkward girls from my cousins church. People who pretended to be obsessed with Jesus and this one chick whose dad got run over by a train. And people having sex in the woods. 12-year-olds. Jolly-ho. Anyhoo, I want to go to a real camp someday.
camp, Sierra Mountain Music Camp, which to my state of mind is absolute heaven a week away from technology just me friends and music, I can’t think of anything better.
Been to camp only once. I have fond memories of it. In the mountains, bunkbeds in cabins. Boy crush.
Let’s camp in a place where the troubles are just something to think when we come back!
fires in the woods with girlscouts eating burnt marshmellows on a rainy day in the middle of the woods. no sleep, oven boxed pizza & tuna melt sandwiches. bandanas are everyones hat & we all eat out of tins. call em little but their hearts are huge & their memories will echo throughout their life. on our honor, we will try to have a childrens imagination all our lives.
It is the highlight of life. It is dangerous, wet, and cold. It is not knowing whats next or who is around the corner. the dark is depressing and full of regret. have you felt your hair stand on end? when was the last time you took a breath? I want out.
I went to summer camp once when I was younger. The first time I went was for a week and the second summer I went was for 2 weeks. I remember being so worried about being homesick that I was so afraid my mom would forget about me. When I got home I found my mother had redone my room for my birthday. I was so excited! It was definitely a good memory and Im glad I went. I made a bunch of friends there that I’m still in contact with to this day! Sarah Berry. (:
camp is a place where kids go when they dont know what else to do with their summers. its also a place where kids go because they like going there every year. i wish i had a cool camp to go to when it was time. camp feels like home, an oasis, a place to stop caring about 95% of things that used to matter. i hate sounding like i’m preaching but kids benefit from camp.
Camp is a place where memories are made. Where friendships blossom and secret lovers re–unite underneath the bright white stars that cover the sky with their radiant qualities. Camp is a faraway home that one never really wants to leave.
summer camp is a lovely place to be. it makes you feel indipendant and free. it brings friendships alive. it is all around lovely. camp :)
i like camp.i cant wait to see the world change with just one leader to effect the environment with souls combine,am i to deep for my own good,singing dancing playing teaching ampfire songs oh my!!
The summer before I turned fourteen. Sticky days and cool nights with fireflies and boys all around. Young love that lasts for three weeks but feels like three years.
camp has amazing things attached to it the death of animals the illuminati and self indulged pleasure camp is a training ground for the end of the world lets pull together
There are two connotations of camp for me: the Boy Scouts and workshop camps.
See, the Boy Scout camps – Lakota, Napowan – were not fun. Boy Scouts never treated me well; that’s why I quit in sixth grade.
However, camps where I harnessed abilities in the fine arts were always fantastic moments.
She works at a church camp, and I can’t decide whether or not this indicates that she could be a Jesus freak. Most likely, it indicates that it is possible but not necessarily true at all. Much like mostly everything.
once i went camping with my dad and brother and my brothers best friends family. it was really cold but we had this huge awesome space to chill in. we played kickball and hiked during the day and then went to sleep. in the morning we had hot chocolate that my dad brought and made yummy food. it was sunny most of the time, but obviously not at night, but it was really cold. mostly you just wanted to bundle up instead of playing anything. then we left and drove down a dirt road home
I always have been, always am, a solitary creature at camp. I set up my own things, and then I spend hours staring at the water, swimming though I hate it, hiking along the stream. The water calms me in ways nobody and nothing else can. I return to eat, and then I prefer not to sit outside by the fire and chat, the way all families do. I am different; I can’t help it. I lie in my tent staring at the blockade between me and the sky. When it’s dark enough, I try to fall asleep, and spend listless hours miserably tossing and turning. I may be solitary, but at night my facade fails me. I long to hear something other than strange footsteps and unfamiliar calls, I wish that I had someone, anyone there with me. But I always stay up ’til five and wake at eight, all alone.
Every year, My extended family goes on a camping trip. There are a lot of people and I do not know half of them because I only see them maybe twice every four years(cons of living in Japan).
we went camping and then they got food poisoning. it was an eventful day to say the least. I liked the trip to yogi bear campsite. the food was gross and the trees were big. we made a sugar candy tube thing. then it rained and we checked for spiders.
is where I worked my butt off in Michigan humidity.
My family moved across the state to work there too, but
the director was a liar and kicked them off the grounds
with 10 hours notice.
It was my sister’s 17th birthday.
my muscles ache, i can feel the sting of summer across my cheeks. i am weary and i can smell campfire on my clothes. my Toms crunch in the gravel. i am ready of rest and a shower, a nice hot shower, to get up tomorrow and do it all over again.
The water dripped off the edge of my nose slowly as time slowly ceased to exist all around me. I took in the sweet smell of rain and appreciated the pain on my arm the hail had caused. I looked around and assesed the situation, I had to keep going forward if I was too make it out of the storm.
i think camp is an interesting place because i see so many people that go to it over the summer. i like campoing because is fun and i like to be able to bond with nature and have some time to myself. camping helps me to relax and just let everything go for a little while. when im camping i feel at ease. i dont knowo i should go to cap maybe. yayyy <2fklgndlknd
I have gone to camp every summer since I was a little girl. The relationships I have made their will last a lifetime. Especially the summer that changed my life when I became a christian. Camp means so much more to me than just a place to go in the summer, it is a second home.
I was pushed and knocked aside as people around me walked forward. i was worried more then usual- I had already lost sight of my mother and sister. Father had been taken away long ago and I hadn’t seen him since. MOther cries often now, but I can’t even think about crying too. Amanda would then lose all hope. I had to stay strong for all three of us.
The mud started seeping into my boots as we walked further along the chained pathway. Men with guuns watched us carefully, watching our every move. Some grinned, others frowned, one laughed merrily as we marched by him.
“Welcome!!” he laughed “To ‘camp!’ Work hard now!!” I watched him as I passed by, making eye contact. He dropped his smile and whispered so that only i could hear him.
“The work will set you free.”
Only the Jewish kids I knew growing up ever went to camp. I went to day camp, but it was nothing like the camps Jewish kids go to or that fat kids go to. I had to bring my own lunch and play sports at camp. I hated camp. Every one of my Jewish friends has such fond memories of “camp”. Myself and my gentile friends do not.
Camp time is tent time and it’s really boring unless you like sleeping on lumpy ground and cooking your own food. Then you have to wash the pots and pans in a creek. That sucks unless you like pain.
long nights.
long lasting friends.
memories forever.
i will remember
this summer
forever
swimming
diving
loving the sun.
Camp is fun for
everyone
Summer comes and goes in a flurry of peeled skin, giggling girls and cold, damp nights soaked down to our toes.
Leaving is like cutting part of yourself and storing it away for the winter, like a frog or a bear, burrowing into hibernation until the mosquitoes start breeding and school lets out. Leaving is like stepping out of months filled with laughter and inside jokes and self-discovery into the monotony of primary and secondary education. Into a world were people don’t know why bears are inherently funny, and don’t understand the perfect joy that is the canoe.