I can’t grow up. I just can’t do it yet.
I enjoy all camp activities around the pool, crafts, kickball and eating in the dining hall.
I enjoy singing around campfires, and being hugged every hour of every day, and hearing the kitchen assistants singing while washing the dishes, and I enjoy being absolutely ridiculous purely for the sake of itself.
At times when you and your campers dress up in all sorts of things to go to the all camp activities and everyone just laughs and takes pictures.
There are few places in the world where one can do things like that and not be considered strange and abnormal.
People who never went to summer camp simply cannot appreciate how grand it really is.
There are some people for whom camp become a disease…it gets into their blood, seeps into their cells and refuses to leave.
Those people get misty-eyed when they smell campfire smoke.
They have to resist the urge to sing whenever someone says anything that relates to a song.
They take a certain pride in being hoarse, and in not having showered for four days.
Mustard, BBQ on a bun and bleach stains on t-shirts are considered battle scars, instead of grime.
They know that putting your elbows on the table is one of the seven deadly sins, right up there with coming to the dining hall in your bathing suit.
They get nostalgic pangs in the belly when they smell burnt toast and bacon early in the morning.
They are comforted by the sound of someone turning over on a noisy rubber mattress on the upper bunk.
They know that candle kisses are great for starting a campfire.
They wake most peacefully to the sound of an iron bell clanging from across the field.
They are no ashamed to admit that they own more than one Girl Scout CD and want more.
They hear barn swallows screaming on the porch of Bridwell and immediately have the urge to knock down their nests, even if they do eat mosquitoes.
Camp people love construction paper and puff paint.
Camp people can eat anything with a random kitchen utensil and their thumbs taped to their palms.
Camp people get hungry, not for steak, but for grilled cheese cooked over a propane stove.
In the winter, they dream not of a sunny beach and the scent of coconut oil, but of chilly July mornings with the turkeys running around outside your unit.
Camp people have back-up plans for rainy days, even though it never rains.
Camp people automatically relax when they hear the sound of campers singing in the distance.
Camp people know that stargazing is properly done in silence, but surrounded with a group of friends at the rock formations or observation deck.
Camp people usually can’t remember what they’re laughing about anymore by the time they finally stop.
Camp people never feel quite at home without a million things with their camp name on them.
Camp people know that life is just easier when you shout, “YES!!! I made a mistake!”
Camp people know the contentment of everyone around wearing the same t-shirt.
Camp people know that joy lurks in anonymous warm fuzzy notes and hides in the homesick camper that’s finally laughing during a game.
Camp people know that when you look your worst, you’ve done your best!
Can you think of any more to add?