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We just picked up our 9-year-old daughter from camp - she's been gone since Monday. And no, she insists she didn't get homesick.
It's church camp, and a pretty terrific one, too. (Hey - just 'cause I'm having trouble with the whole God thing doesn't mean my children need to suffer!!!) Anyway, the kids rode horses, went canoeing, learned archery, shot rifles, made a birdhouse, had lots of chapel time and swam for hours every day.
Temperatures were in the mid-to-upper 90's for most of this week. All the campers were verrry warm.
But now we're home relaxing and daughter is happily enjoying air conditioning and Cartoon Network. I took her pile of clothing and bedding materials downstairs to wash.
When I opened her bag of dirty clothes the smell positively knocked me over. Damn! I think I could actually see those little brown cartoon fume lines wafting upwards.
I didn't want to even touch it.
I thought something had died in there!
I also found a pair of socks that were so muddy you couldn't see where I'd placed her name in black marker. (I just pitched 'em.)
But now this has me thinking back to my own camp days when I was a kid. I have no memory of getting that filthy, of my clothes reeking to high heaven. I'm sure they did, and I'm certain it horrified my own mother. But I'll bet I wore those stinky clothes all day without a second thought. Without a care. Happily. Cheerfully.
Camp is fun. And getting dirty and stinky is fun, too.

Anyone have any fun camp memories to share? (They don't have to be stinky.
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It's church camp, and a pretty terrific one, too. (Hey - just 'cause I'm having trouble with the whole God thing doesn't mean my children need to suffer!!!) Anyway, the kids rode horses, went canoeing, learned archery, shot rifles, made a birdhouse, had lots of chapel time and swam for hours every day.
Temperatures were in the mid-to-upper 90's for most of this week. All the campers were verrry warm.
But now we're home relaxing and daughter is happily enjoying air conditioning and Cartoon Network. I took her pile of clothing and bedding materials downstairs to wash.
When I opened her bag of dirty clothes the smell positively knocked me over. Damn! I think I could actually see those little brown cartoon fume lines wafting upwards.
I didn't want to even touch it.
I thought something had died in there!
I also found a pair of socks that were so muddy you couldn't see where I'd placed her name in black marker. (I just pitched 'em.)
But now this has me thinking back to my own camp days when I was a kid. I have no memory of getting that filthy, of my clothes reeking to high heaven. I'm sure they did, and I'm certain it horrified my own mother. But I'll bet I wore those stinky clothes all day without a second thought. Without a care. Happily. Cheerfully.
Camp is fun. And getting dirty and stinky is fun, too.
Anyone have any fun camp memories to share? (They don't have to be stinky.
