For some, going to camp is a ritual… a yearly event that they look forward to and count on; something they couldn’t imagine not doing. But for many, camp is a luxury, something not every family can afford. Growing up, we were short on money but, as my mother used to say, rich in every other way. And, for us, going to camp was something we hoped and wished for.
My wish came true when I was 8 years old. My sister and I attended camp together for two glorious, independent, fun-filled weeks.
For a city girl who liked to sleep in, camp’s early morning wake-up calls were a rude awakening, but I got used to them pretty quickly. I vividly remember jumping into the frigid pool to do laps each morning, often competing against our cabin-mates, then heading to mess hall for breakfast. We’d spend mornings enjoying activities like hiking and canoeing, where I gained a real appreciation for the great outdoors. Despite all the fun activities packed into our days, the time I cherished most was my one blissful hour of free time each afternoon. It was in that restful hour I’d often write letters to my Mom. Despite loving my newfound independence, I missed her terribly. To this day I don’t know if I’ve ever told her that, but I hope she knew.
Evenings were spent by the campfire singing songs and roasting marshmallows, all the while forging amazing friendships that would last for years. I was content in the knowledge that I was up way past my usual bedtime, and loving every minute of it!
Camp was such a rewarding experience and a real dream come true. I was fortunate enough to go to camp for a few summers after that one, as well. The sense of anticipation each year was palpable, knowing I’d be reigniting many of the friendships I had made that very first summer… camp memories to last a lifetime. Camp was my first real taste of independence and I loved it. In many ways, my experiences at camp shaped who I would become; it fostered confidence and self-esteem that would serve me well in the years to come. It helped me to become the social, outgoing person I am today… one who still loves the outdoors, but still could do without the early wake-up calls!
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Campfire songs and marshmallows are always a hit! Fabulous camp memories!
Letters home to mom, I wonder if she still has them? Sounds like you had an amazing camp experience!
You have mentioned such a key thing here – that not everyone can afford to go to camp.
Camp is such a rewarding experience and I do wish that more children had the opportunity to go!
And oh yes – when I went in Grade nine, it was all about the freedom!!!
Yes I love that you mentioned the cost! I never enjoyed the experience, and I hope one day I can send R children, but the cost is a huge factor.
So fun to read great job!