So this afternoon my husband and I decided it was high time to clean off our back patio/storage area. Well, you know how these things go — you start in one corner and move to another, and then pretty soon you’ve dismantled the entire house inside and out and things are strewn across the lawn and everywhere and the junk pile for Goodwill is growing and so is the pile of “I totally forgot we had this!” and “Wow, so THAT’S where this went to!”
The best thing I unearthed today was this photo. That’s me in the bow (front) of the boat behind the girl in pigtails, circa let’s just say many years ago. I was 12. As you can see, I’m posing with my Twin Pines cabin mates and our fearless counselors (one of whom, that beauty perched on the stern, is a dear friend of mine today — Betsie Ellington Tegtmeyer, you know who you are!).
I’m glad to see that I’m smiling in this picture. A lot of my memories of that summer are of being homesick. It was my first time away from home, and camp lasted SEVEN WEEKS. (What were they thinking?!) Plus, we were stuck in those dorky uniforms. Can you believe it? Uniforms at summer camp!
Anyway, to cheer myself up I wrote a story during rest hour. A story which, over the course of the summer (did I mention camp lasted SEVEN WEEKS?!), eventually turned into my first novel. It never got published, of course (it was one of my many “practice” novels), but it was the spark that ignited the fuse for me, and eventually led to me becoming a writer. So thank you, Camp Newfound, for giving me my start!
Who else has a summer camp memory to share?