I don’t know what I would do without camp. If I am losing my sanity at the moment, I can only I imagine what I will be like in the middle of summer. I can imagine myself in a dusty corner of my bedroom, holding my knees and rocking back and fourth all whilst singing lullabies. Okay, maybe that is a bit of a stretch, but it is true to some extent. 

From the eleven years that I have attended the camp, many memories have been made. By far the most memorable was when I was in “Neverland” (the kindergarteners). We had just recently had the annual Camp Thoreau Talent Show, and my group sang “All The Single Ladies” by Beyoncé. I was changing into my bathing suit in the public changing tents when the song came on inside my brain. I was singing and dancing around the tent half-naked while the other campers were trying to change. I had the choreography down pat, and I was trying to show it. While going through the dance moves, I tripped and stumbled backwards, and fell out the back of the tent. From that moment on, I have lived with the guilt and the shame of having fallen out of a tent while dancing and singing to “All The Single Ladies.” Many “Counselors in Training” at that time are now staff members, and I am constantly embarrassed when they bring that day up. It is one of the many Camp Thoreau memories that make me nostalgic. 

I miss camp. I miss the opening meeting songs. I miss swimming with my best friends in a crowded pool. I miss the hours of frisbee in the scorching sun. I miss scrapes we would get when we ran on the pool deck and tripped. I miss the buggy overnight stays in tents, going to sleep in the Sahara and waking up in the arctic. I miss it. I miss it all. 

But who knows? It could still happen.

I could just be mourning over nothing.