Summer Means Camp, Even At Thirty-Something.
As a child, I went to summer camp. Beginning at age 9, my parents packed me up and shipped me off to spend 8 weeks to share a bunk with other girls my age, enjoy the outdoors and find out who I was. Giving me this privilege was the best thing my parents ever did for me. Camp changed my life. And this time of year makes me reminiscent for that time in my life.
About 20 years ago today, I can almost remember the sweet knowledge that in only 4 or so short weeks, I would be free. Free of school, free of parental supervision, free of homework and of my everyday life. I could almost taste the camp food (not bad!) and smell the laundry on my walk to the dining hall, as it churned in dozens of machines simultaneously. I could see the boys camp, which always held an aura of intrigue for me and I could hear the whistles being blown by counselors trying to reel in swimmers to the dock. Camp was a really special place for me.
In those years of attending the same camp, I made tons of friends. These friends were different from my regular friends. These were my "camp friends." Friends who spent only 8 short weeks together but were closer to me than any others. I wonder if it was the close living quarters, the intensity of spending every day for 8 weeks together or the sheer fact that come August, we'd have 10 months to go without each other, that made these friendships so special. Even the friends who lived near me were somehow a little closer to my heart than my school friends. And to this day, this still rings true.
This upcoming weekend, I'll be getting in my car by myself () to drive about 3 hours North to Stowe, Vermont, where I'll spend two and a half days with some of these old camp friends. Girls who I met when I was 9 years old. We're now in our 30's, most married with children, some living in different cities and even different countries from one another. Some I haven't talked to in years, others I will have spoken with just days before. But one commonality bonds us together - we all went to camp together.
When the time comes, though it will break my heart to let them go, I will give my girls the privilege of going to camp. Because if nothing else, the experience will grow them as people. I know it did for me.


















