Opinion & Commentary
In the cold, lightless days of early winter, share a warming memory of camp. Use your descriptive powers to conjure the experience of those sun-up-to-sun-down days. What are the sounds, smells, sights that stand out for you? Was there a favorite campfire story, a new discovery you made about yourself, a powerful bond with another camper? Write about it! [Photo credit: "The Woods!!" by Writer1326]
If I close my eyes it feels like I'm still there.
I can hear the clatter of plates and the clamber
to be first in line for breakfast,
It's too hot
and it's too humid
and I'm awake too early
and I miss my home
My bunk bed is lopsided
and we let mosquitoes into the cabin
and the showers are dirty
and my socks are wet
Author's note: I recently found out that a school that I loved sold their camp in the Adirondacks, where I have many fond memories. This grief inspired some writing, which I have posted below.