camp

August 8th, 2017 | 33 Entries

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33 Entries for “camp”

  1. We made it back to the camp. It was just a short trek, but we really weren’t sure we’d make it. Cal needed to be helped during the final leg. The wolves got him pretty bad. We think he’s going to make it, but it was pretty scary.

  2. firs time here. first time camping for about 20 years. i hope to take my kids camping one day, show them how to survive certain situations, bond, teach them to fish. and over all create good memories to last lifetimes. -jayclap

    Jason Claproth
  3. I never went camping. We had a country house in Wiltshire. That was where I first learnt about Jane Austen, at the same time as learning about bleeding people using leeches, and a few years prior to when I first learnt what a white lie is. I remember seeing it in the rear window and driving away and I didn’t cry. I went camping with my boyfriend. It hurt my back

  4. The camp counselor’s bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the camp as Jason’s machete pierced his chest and poked out his back.

    Daniel Aleckson
  5. It was bright sunny morning. Li’l Adi was peering through the windows as the trees and clouds whooshed past. After much coaxing and promising, he was going to his first camp.

    Adithya
  6. el campamento es grande. Tiene una vista al lago. Está lleno de niños y niñas corriendo por el pasto. Comiendo helados de agua de frutilla y piña. El sol brilla fuerte en el cielo y se refleja en el agua.

  7. I never went to summer camp. Too poor. It’s a rite of passage for American kids, though, isn’t it? Maybe that’s why my first kiss wasn’t until I was 19 and I never learned to swim. Maybe that’s why I can’t write a book about a summer romance… Maybe not going to camp is why I never experienced the proverbial “summer.”

    Anna C.
  8. bus
    food
    house
    trip
    bed
    god
    floor
    house
    tent
    summer
    fall
    spring
    warm
    boring
    fun
    awsome
    great
    sweet
    exciting
    books
    room
    dorm
    stinky
    gross
    sticky
    bunk beds
    counselors
    shower

    leah brunson
  9. tent
    outside
    bug spray
    no shower
    smores
    bear
    fire
    bugs
    bugs spray
    people
    trees
    people

    carsyn lynn
  10. ugly
    stinky
    nasty
    gross
    food
    fun
    borning
    weirdos
    lameos
    boogers
    snoot
    technogly
    musty
    dodo
    pepe

    jordyn kidd
  11. fire
    tents
    lake
    river
    bugs
    night sky
    fishing
    smores
    sleeping bags
    dirt
    bears
    racoons
    picnics

    stella.w
  12. ramp
    stamp
    marshmallow
    gram crackers
    pillow
    tent
    no shower
    deodorant
    chocolate
    clamp
    mom
    dad
    child
    sleeping bag
    hello
    good bye

    Sahnia
  13. people
    outside
    music
    nasty food
    ugly teachers
    friends
    nasty food
    summer

    Sydnei
  14. TENTS
    GRAHAM CRACKERS
    BEARS
    SNAKES
    MUD PIES
    FIRE
    SMORES
    RV
    BUG SPRAY
    BUGS
    ANIMALS
    CAMPING

    Destiny
  15. One day i went to camp it was so fun. We had partys and camp fires. The only thing i didnt like was that we had to wake up so early. And if you know me you would know that i dont like waking up early.

    Haley Williams
  16. YOU ROAST MARSHMALLOWS AT THE CAMP GROUNDS. SLEEP IN TENTS. GET BIT BY BUGS. HANG WITH FRIENDS. MAKE FIRES. SET UP YOUR TENTS. LOOK AT THE MOON. WAKE UP EARLY

    SYDNEY
  17. fun,boring,crazy,alright,messy,nasty,entertaining,interesting,explore,nothing,long,week long, night,no sleep, spendind time with your friends,

    morgan snipes
  18. summer
    campfire
    water
    camp westminister
    horses
    ropes
    counslers

    lizzy
  19. I left camp after 3 days when I was 12 years old. I didn’t leave for obvious reasons. Bullying? No. Boredom? No. I left because there was a void in my heart as terrible and powerful as black hole. You see, I had dropped my last Oreo in the dirt.

    anon
  20. Summer camp, the summer of ’68.

    Sticky trails of melted popsicles molded into the dirt paths to the cabins, bright and gooey looking when the light hit them just right. I’d stepped in one, actually. It was disgusting, but at the time just ‘gross’ seemed to suffice. Looking back, it reminds me of how old I am. A little boy at summer camp with rosy cheeks and the complexion of vanilla ice cream, living the American dream. Old America, where little girls wore dresses and no one under 16 was aware of the possible nuclear winter that may have occurred at any moment. We were dumb, really, that’s all. Summer camp was dumb but pure, full of childhood innocence. To the left there was your pretty crush giggling under a big oak tree and to the right were boys beating each other up for chocolate. It was simpler then, and I wish it still was.

    Mayang
  21. The first ghosts weren’t seen until the second week. Before that, the camp seemed fun, peaceful, even. After the first apparition was seen by one of the counselors, though, phone calls were made, children were driven home, and the camp was deserted by all, save for those, whose parents couldn’t get there fast enough; after that, there was no point.

  22. i went to a camp when i was just 9 years old i love it soooooooo much i will always remember it for ever we had a pool foood park sports video games game room and much more

    joseph
  23. camp is funny, camp is fun, camp is summer and trees and in the beginning loneliness, camp is working and struggle and life lived on the margins of society. camp is farm workers in long sleeve shirts and hats.

  24. “We’ll stop here for the night.” At those words, she felt the entire group collapse in relief behind her in the clearing. She didn’t look back as she dropped her pack and strode over to the crystalline waters of the river, breathing in the air. “Oh, yes, this will be a great place. We should get a fire started immediately.”

  25. Over the ridge, the moon rose: large and red and veined like a woman’s breast. Ahooooo.

  26. we met at camp like all those young adult novels and movies had told me we would. where our story differs from these, i did not predict. i would not predict the screaming and bruised marks and tears. i thought we would have the fairy-tale cheery sunny ending.

  27. We brought our find back to camp. Gail took one look at it and outright refused. “It’s a dog!”, she choked. “We have no choice.”, was my reply.

    DM
  28. It comes again, on the low tide of my best attempts at approaching things as too inevitable to worry about. So I show up, as expected, and I’d done before, as I’d done every time before. Success doesn’t matter, failure doesn’t matter. As much is it doesn’t lead to my best work, and I hope this isn’t a swamp of apathy I’m sinking in, I can’t help but take some enjoyment from a respite of worrying about the things unchangeable. It would be, if all that worry wasn’t running full speed in another recess of my head space.
    It’s not as bad as I would have thought, anyway. It just happens. I smile, demonstrate, talk when no one really wants me to. It’s good. If there’s one thing I can do, it’s the same thing over and over and over again without wearing thin. I try to imagine what ten, twenty, fifty years of nothing but the same thing would look like, could I keep my claim then? Sometimes I think I could, sometimes I don’t. Mostly I think I won’t find out at all.
    I hunt for a microwave for lunch. I’m told there isn’t any. I find one.
    The heat wasn’t so bad. I wouldn’t care if I burned. The time drags on, but I don’t necessarily want it to end, this time standing outside a back door. It’s open, and I can’t go in, and it causes traffic that shouldn’t happen, but you leave it open. I think of just telling you to close it. Instead I just stand outside it. I stand outside it until it is empty.

    Ai
  29. Can anyone ‘member planning camping and mangling practically everything?

    Dewey Roth
  30. i think of camp as torture, you know? it is like getting punched in the face multiple times!

    solara
  31. The rain is like a friend of mine who accompanies me to a festival and sits in the midst of music i have never heard before until it starts to get louder as quietly as it goes to a crescendo. It makes me feel there is something.

    Robert Kohlhammer
  32. Time to camp out under the stars, make s’mores with chocolate bars. Forget the trains and planes and cars – we’re naked under the moon.

    Take a swim in the freezing lake. Find a claim of land to stake. After all, it’s yours to take, but it’ll be burned up soon.

    Belinda Roddie
  33. Summer nights with the family, mosquitos eating at my flesh like famished monsters. Firelight in the evenings with warm smiles and happy laughter surrounding and enveloping us all into a trance that will last all summer.