Just back from Camp Sonrise, the 2nd-6th grade camp of our church, Woodmont Hills Church of Christ. I would not ever want to miss seeing my children enjoy the camp experience.
Camp has been an unambiguously vital part of my life from the time I was in third grade. I would anticipate camp months ahead and bask in the glow of post-camp feelings (as a teen camper, however, there was relative inseparability of the Spiritual and the hormonal!).
Perhaps we went to different camps together. Let me tell you a few details of my camp and we can compare notes. Hit comments to write your bullet list.
- jeans + 110 degree heat with the caveat that you CAN wear knee knockers but few would venture it until late in the carefree high school days
- box ball: tennis ball, paddle (American version of Cricket)
- emotional campfires and "devos" and songs aplenty (we didn't burn a cross as Wyldewood in Searcy, AR used to, until they realized the KKK also employs such symbolism)
- Food fights - shame on us! Didn't we know the cooks had feelings?
- Cabin cleanup and best cabin
- Best camper, Mr. Osage Christian Camp - was that good to have a competition for Mr. and Mrs. Christian (aka. popular)?
- Skits/talent night, including the old standby singing chins, short people, pie in the face gags, swishing water and pretending to spit in one another's ear down the line, etc.
- Tearful goodbyes and promises to "keep in touch"
- Ping pong tables made with two church tables pushed together
- baptisms in the creek with the water moccasins
- Cat man and other scary stories
- "Get your elbows off the table" songs, "Serenade your lover for us," etc. in the mess hall
- Counselor worship by campers
11:47:39 AM 
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