Boom, Boom...Ain't It Great To Be Crazy??
I think that my fondest memories are from my 4th level and on. The first three years were great, but there is just something about those last three years as a camper or Big Sister that really stick out in my mind. (For the record, pretty much hated camp when I came back as a councilor that 7th year…I had the group from HELL. I kid you not.) But I love that I can remember hikes and singing most of the way…even when you were completely out of breath; it just helped pass the time. I love remembering how disgustingly dirty we all were by the end of the week…because it was just so funny. And being able to play Dot-to-Dot with Jaimee’s mosquito bites when it looked like she had chicken pocks. I love the memories of hangin’ with my gals and the fun we ALWAYS had. I remember the BIG fourth level hike and the hard work that went with it. We were so stoked when we got back, we were SO LOUD and were incredibly annoying to EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THAT CAMP. I love remembering the year that Jaimee slapped Sarah to bring her back to reality and I can’t believe she didn’t bring that up because we still laugh about it often. I love the fact that our last year for being Big Sisters we totally made the 4th levels go through an initiation process with NOTHING BUT FUN TASKS and actually had Happy Meals waiting for them to continue the tradition of having McDonald’s on The Hill. We were just the coolest.
And Sarah…I LOVE remembering Ruffles and Carl Jr. I wonder what happened to those two.
I have so many memories of camp and have a deep love for those memories. Most of those memories include Sarah and Kaycee and Rachel and Jaimee. But this is what it all boils down to: When you take away all of the “worldly” or outside influences (fashion, appearances, boys, status, etc.) and bring a BUNCH of girls together to camp, there is MUCH love, acceptance, friendships (singing) and bonding. There were girls in our stake that I really could do without…they just weren’t very pleasant. But once you got them to camp…you saw a completely different side to those people. You developed a love for people you just never thought possible. And yeah, it totally sucked that as soon as you stepped into the “real world” those people went back to being real…but you just waited until the next year when you could love them once again. I guess THAT is the beauty of Girls Camp.
Well, that and cornrows.