Memoirs of a Summer Camp Kid
by Reed JacksonI was 11 years old the first time I saw my parents break out the summer camp pamphlets, and it felt like Christmas in July! As an only child who had just seen The Parent Trap for the first time, I was elated, hoping I'd arrive at camp and find my long-lost twin! My parents were planning a grown-up getaway of their own, but I didn't care; I was already fantasizing about all of the epic adventures that were surely awaiting me.
Unlike Alice, I never found any fish-slapping bears or my long-lost twin, but let me assure you that I still had the time of my 11-year-old life!
As one of those kids who was constantly covered in grass stains and dirt, summer camp was my dream come true. Hiking, canoeing, and - my favorite of favorites - sitting around the campfire, roasting S'mores and pretending that the scary stories didn't scare me when, in reality, I was completely spooked.
Summer after summer, I tried out every camp under the sun, from soccer camp to space camp - never mythology camp, but if you had asked me back then, I would've probably been game to try that, too.
I loved catching up with old friends:
And meeting new ones:
If I could do it over again, I wouldn't even trade in my weird camp counselors. It's all part of the experience, right?
Wishing the best of summers to all of you kids boarding a bus for camp and grown-ups taking advantage of a weeklong getaway!
- Amanda