Camp is
the only place to get away. Adults acting like children. Children trying to act
like adults, but still holding on that youth that most of have lost along the
way. Camp is the one and the only place that I know of where people come
together and change. The memories stay for a life time just like the lessons we
all learn.
We
might get caught up in the activities, the camp gossip, the evening activities,
but you will never forget the feelings that we have. I ask myself at the
beginning of another summer, why did I come back this summer? I remind myself
of the color wars, the tears shed when we leave, the laughter (coming from the
most unemotional Scuba out there), and the memories that stay with me forever.
I
remember starting camp at the same time as Logan and Paige Adams. How over six
summers we come to claim that we I am part of the Adams family. How I remember
sitting on my porch playing Pokémon with Merek. How I can tell you all of my
camper’s names by heart, but I can barely remember half of my co-counselor’s
names. These are the memories I have. I remember the tears I shed when Teddy
New left camp my first summer, because he looked at me and we both started to
cry.
Summers
are the memories and feelings that we have. Camp is the place that we can have
those feelings and memories. And I am glad that I have been fortunate enough to
spend six summers with the blessed individuals that come in and out of Timber
Ridge. I wouldn’t change a moment of it.
I <3 Camp,
Scuba Steve
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