We’re in the height of summer now, and it’s got me thinking about my time spent at summer camp. I loved summer camp. It was always an adventure and a half.
It was a time to spend with friends, a time to be away from home, a time to laze out and wild up.
One of my favourite parts of my camp were the special theme days we would have. We had a Scooby Doo one, The Wizard of Oz, Ghostbusters, Magic School Bus, you name it, all with a unique twist. There would be activities, camp-wide games of Capture the Flag, mazes, haunted houses, dances, the list was endless.
Every Friday evening we had a big meal, followed by singing and dancing. These nights were great because we got to stay up later (and sleep in later on Saturdays, which was why Saturdays were awesome) and run around in the field in brightly coloured clothing and shrieks of delight. The last dance was always the chain dance, where everyone in the camp linked up and were led through the grounds, the buildings, everywhere. When we went into buildings, the counselors would have set up a tableau, which were always really impressive. I remember one was a scene from Spiderman 2, with Dr. Octopus reaching all his arms out and Spidey up in the corner in his web. That one was pretty dang impressive, since the guy playing Spiderman was legitimately strung up from the ceiling.
Camp will always have a special place in my heart. I have the best memories from it. No wonder it was so tough to see the summer go.