We're settling into our new new apartment, and after a lifetime at Montessori Katie is having a fantastic summer at YMCA day camp. Meanwhile, Nicholas is packing up for a week at Camp Julian, shared by the Episcopal dioceses of Los Angeles and San Diego. His lists of supplies and rules--except for the ropes course available to the teenagers and the ban on IPODs and cell phones--bring back memories of my own happy times weeks at Y camp Ta Ta Pochon, funded by selling countless cases of butter toffee peanuts. So, in celebration of summer, please share your own memories and preferences about camp.
1. Did you go to sleep away camp, or day camp, as a child? Wish you could? Or sometimes wish you hadn't?
Went to camp for a week for one or two summers. I remember the first time I was supposed to and I got the chicken pox and could not. But I remember winning the skit competition and getting a trip "off-campus," and winning an archery award. But I don't remember loving it all, and didn't make a habit of going.
2. How about camping out? Dream vacation, nightmare, or somewhere in between?
Not a dream, not a nightmare. But my idea of roughing it is going to a hotel where they don't leave a mint on the pillow...
3. Have you ever worked as a camp counselor, or been to a camp for your denomination for either work or pleasure?
4. Most dramatic memory of camp, or camping out?
On one of those fateful trips to camp, I lost the top part of my bathing suit at swim time. That was a bummer.
5. What is your favorite camp song or songs? Bonus points if you link to a recording or video.
Green Grow the Rushes Ho, and the camp's theme song. But I not longer remember all the words to either one.