Question of the Week: Summer Camp

I know I am a couple days late here. I also know that I have missed the last couple of weeks. Logan and I were out of town and then we got sick once we were back in town. I am grateful for email right now. Listening to me talk at the moment is probably just as painful for you as talking is for me.

Anyway, I will make it up to you (or punish you) with an extra long post this week.


What is your most memorable experience from summer camp?

I never went to summer camp, but I did go to Girl’s Camp with our church every year from the ages 12 to 16.

Girl’s camp… crazy times.




A few memories pop into my head…

When we lived in Arizona, our group had a tradition of having a shaving cream fight every year. I don’t remember a lot of the details since I was young and am terrible at remembering things, but I do remember having a blast. Everyone would bring up cans (and cans) of shaving cream. At some point, someone would start the fight and everyone would try to spray each other. Like I said, I don’t remember the details, but I do remember that our group was put in the cabin furthest away from the rest of camp because of this.

Another thing I remember from Arizona was going on a Snipe hunt. That is where the older girls convince the younger girls to go hunt for Snipes... with pillowcases... in the dark. This particular year, we were walking down a trail ready for a hunt. We were nervous because, well we were in a dark forest. Next thing we know, we hear a loud growling noise and see a bush shaking ahead of us on the trail. Convinced that it is a bear, we all start screaming and running in the opposite direction, tripping over each other in the process. I fell and landed on a sharp rock, cutting myself. Other girls were worse off than I was. Well, it was not a bear. It was a guy from our group and let me tell you, he sure did feel terrible. He kept apologizing and took us to the nurse to bandage our wounds. He said that he was coming back from a meeting and heard us talking about being on a snipe hunt and couldn’t help himself. Don’t worry we got him back. He was the dad of a boy I had a crush on, so of course any excuse to drop by their house, I was going to take advantage of. We dropped off some sort of “pie” since we “felt bad” because he felt so guilty for being the reason we got hurt. I do not remember what we put in the “pie”, but I am sure that it was a surprise when he bit into it.

Moving on to Washington.

Girl’s camp in Washington was a different experience. For one thing, you don’t have to rent huge buses and drive hours and hours to find a forest to camp in. It was also just… I don’t know… just different.

Let’s see… there was the time when my TMJ was especially bad, my jaw was locking up, and I had a terrible, terrible headache. I almost had to go home, or I did go home… I am horrible. I wish my memory were better. I do remember the leaders at least talking about me having to go home. There was someone heading back home that evening and they were talking about sending me home with him. He happened to be the dad of a boy I had a crush on (a different boy now obviously, since we are now talking about Washington, not Arizona). He also happened to scare me. Not scare me, as I was afraid he was going to hurt me, but scare me, as I wouldn’t want him to be someone to catch me doing something wrong. He still scares me, actually.

I remember the year we had a “war” with one of the camp leaders. We would do pranks back and forth to each other. It started out as innocent little pranks, like hiding behind bushes and scaring her (although as you read above, that can be a bit dangerous) but I think it got a little out of hand in the end. At one point, she came in our cabin, stole all of our luggage and wouldn't give them back, so we went out and stole her car. We did have the help of one of our group leaders. Looking back, at this and other experiences with that particular group leader, she probably wasn’t the best example for a bunch of teenage girls, but we sure did think she was cool.

Oh Girl’s Camp.