Falling from Grace
After a magical week at Camp Crystal, the real world just doesn't cut it. I mean, I've gone swimming and sun-bathing, sipping on wine and going in the hot tub. I've worked everyday and I have the afternoon off. I've seen most of my friends, but I still can't believe I'm not going back for a whole year! One week just isn't enough. Well, it is, I mean by the end of it you're exhausted and in need of at least one good night's sleep.
Camp has this touch to it. It's woodsy, but has hot water and electricity and nice dorm/cabins. There's the lake, that's rated in the top 10 in the Nation. There's the food, oohhh the food. I would be fat if it was longer than one week. I skip desert usually, but it's so tempting, and all the home made recipes, mmmmm. The group of people; some of the nicest, most patient, and compassionate people, from all over the state, all with their own unique backgrounds and attributes. The kids... 12-14 in age, 1/2 of 'em don't even know the value of what they're saying, especially the more passionate they get. But they're growing up and learning right before your eyes. And they're so sweet. My favorite camper, "Banana", made me a friendship bracelets with my favorite colors in it.
I connected really well with one of the other counselors, Lori , a teacher from the west side of MI. We laughed so much all week long, especially when my friend Becca (who I met as a camper when I was 14) was hanging with us. The three of us were in cabins next to eachother so we pal'd around all week.
I keep finding myself dazing off and thinking about camp until someone gets my attention finally and asks "are you alright?"
I'm always caught off gaurd "oh yeah, I'm fine, just rememebering camp."
Well, I suppose I should develope a new hobby. My dad's secretary wants to start riding our bikes together. That could be fun.
Camp has this touch to it. It's woodsy, but has hot water and electricity and nice dorm/cabins. There's the lake, that's rated in the top 10 in the Nation. There's the food, oohhh the food. I would be fat if it was longer than one week. I skip desert usually, but it's so tempting, and all the home made recipes, mmmmm. The group of people; some of the nicest, most patient, and compassionate people, from all over the state, all with their own unique backgrounds and attributes. The kids... 12-14 in age, 1/2 of 'em don't even know the value of what they're saying, especially the more passionate they get. But they're growing up and learning right before your eyes. And they're so sweet. My favorite camper, "Banana", made me a friendship bracelets with my favorite colors in it.
I connected really well with one of the other counselors, Lori , a teacher from the west side of MI. We laughed so much all week long, especially when my friend Becca (who I met as a camper when I was 14) was hanging with us. The three of us were in cabins next to eachother so we pal'd around all week.
I keep finding myself dazing off and thinking about camp until someone gets my attention finally and asks "are you alright?"
I'm always caught off gaurd "oh yeah, I'm fine, just rememebering camp."
Well, I suppose I should develope a new hobby. My dad's secretary wants to start riding our bikes together. That could be fun.