I don’t know about you, but the summer after my fourth year in grade school, I started attending church camp. I don’t exactly recall how long I was gone the first year—probably only three or four days. Later, camp extended for a full week and my sister and I attended both church camp and Girl Scout camp. Both bring back memories—some fond, but a few are less warm and fuzzy. Since we’re at that time of year when children begin packing for camp, I thought I’d share a few of my memories.
When someone says church camp to me, I remember making crafts to take home to our parents—those lovely key chains woven out of plastic strips or painted plaster molds for Mom to hang on the kitchen wall—simply lovely. Then there was the canoe paddling, and falling into the lake, my sister’s horrible bout with poison ivy, swimming in the lake and swallowing all that nasty water, eating in the cafeteria, vespers around the campfire, and early evening skit time. Skit time was held after supper and each cabin took a turn performing for the rest of the campers. On the final night, the camp counselors would always present a skit—usually something that would scare us enough that we didn’t sleep at all that night.
A little later in the summer there would be Girl Scout camp where it would be a different group of friends and a few different activities. We had horseback riding at scout camp, but the food wasn’t as good. And the cabins were way too far from the latrine and shower area. Oh, and the skunk. There was always a visit from at least one skunk that required us to air out everything in our cabin.
Now that I reflect upon all the things that happened, I’m not certain why I enjoyed camp so much but I did. I would come home from church camp with a renewed spirit, and I was supposed to come home from scout camp feeling prepared. I never figured out exactly what I was supposed to be prepared for, so I think I failed in that area.
And now that I’ve shared a few of my memories, I hope you’ll share some of yours. Come on—don’t be shy. You can fess up to all the things that went amiss on your camping ventures. I promise I won’t tell.
Memories are a wonderful thing! May you find joy as you share some of yours. ~Judy
P.S. I would greatly appreciate your continued prayers for my family. It has been another long and difficult week, but we are seeing prayer answered.