(Photo Credit: CIT Point, Frost Valley YMCA.)
Each summer starting in June, we all commiserate over the internet facebook walls about how much we miss being at summer camp, remembering vividly (as if it were yesterday) walks home after CQ fires, working the boat house during Waterfront, (secretly) eating candy in our bunk beds, and rekindling summer romances during (Friday or Saturday night) camp dances while (our) campers navigate first kisses with way too much hair gel for the Catskill mountains. We remember, reflect, give a shout out via email, gchat, or text to (camp) friends we haven't seen in years because the bond that was created is, in many ways, incomparable to any since, knowing that no matter how many years pass by, we will do anything and everything for the people we made smores with, went on overnights with, sang cheers and refilled the bread baskets with, gossiped by the coffee bar, wimpered at the infirmary, hiked to Hemlock falls, swam in Biscuit Creek, played capture the flag on Big Tree Field, made up ghost stories at The Castle, shed tears at CIT Point, improvised (rainy day) games at the Old Dining Hall, smoked cigarettes at the BBQ Pit, hung out at Hang Out, played cards in the Solarium, made phones calls at the Admin Office, held hands behind the Admin Office, watched stars on the roof of the (New) Dining Hall (only once!), ate breakfast at Sweet Sues, overloaded on Kit Kats in Kingston, passed The Book of Questions by the basketball courts, faked sick during dodge ball (and maybe during Sports & Games), made candles and dream catchers, face-painted, sung songs, shared secrets, wrote letters, fell in love, fell out of love, made friends, made memories, and changed lives. Enjoy!
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