as she cleaned,kathleen hoped that shally knew that she was in her camp.afterall,she loved her.but shally never really knew how much she loved kent.she only knew how much he had broken her heart.
My favorite place in the summer, even though I had a hard time making friends. The polar bear swims and fort building. The archery and wall climbing. I don’t remember the names of anybody, but I remember camp.
children at play
they learn here
more than they could ever learn in a classroom
they learn how to be with others peacefully
they will make their best friends here
maybe their future lovers
but now they are small children
running and playing
Aubrey
I’ve always wanted to go to space camp. Gah that would be so cool!
When I was younger we used to go camping all the time. There was something about the wild life that really moved me. The most re-memorable moments when we all were around the camp fire and we had set my grandma in a chair then we were all talking. My brother had found a comb. My Aunt realizing it was our grandma’s, we looked in the area that she sat. But she was gone. She had fallen down the hill. hahaha good times. She was okay btw.
Kids probably don’t love summer camp as much as parents think they do. The mosquitos bite. The counselors are mean. And we only talk about the other kids to make it seem as if we’re having a great time so that our parents don’t think that we’re all destined to be antisocialites. Yes, Mom, having a great time…
Abby
I stood at the edge of camp, I didn’t want to come along with my parents, all my freinds were back on earth, or rahter they were all back on earth, I was a thousand years from then : all my friends were now dead, after having long lives and familys, i wonder what senior prom was like? I didn’t even have a choice, one day my parents just told me we were leaving: I’ve had friends complain, about not being able to go to the same school or having to leave all their friends…but I coulden’t even tell my friends I’d write! I was frozen for 1000 years!
Camping is fun. I’ve always enjoyed camping with the family. I especially like to camp near water. One of the last times we went camping my nephew was sick and woke everyone up in the middle of the night. They all started laughing when they saw me because I had a big bug’s wing on my face, and my sister said, What, were you snacking?
Vickie
I like to go to camp. It is so much fun. There is a lot to do, like swim, roast smores and sing songs by the campfire. One of my favorite parts about camp is doing all the cool crafts in the craft house.
I was sitting by the fire when I heard it the first time. It was an other-worldly shriek, some kind of strange beast that I was absolutely sure could not have existed. I looked up into the dancing shadows, then back across the sleeping bodies, and tensed up immediately. The wind changed direction and the smoke blew across my nose and I was blind. I stood and walked over to the area which was darkest, the hair on my neck standing straight up, and began to bark wildly.
The fresh smell of the forests, our clear breath, the stars like perfect pin pricks in the sky. We’d driven out to the national park in a camper van, painted in our own style of mauve and strawberry red, with flashing pink lights to ward off anyone that would even consider us a hitchhike possibility.
ahhhh camp. I love camp, every year i go to cheerleading camp with my cheer team, and it is soooo much fun. It’s exactly like the way it is in the movies, except it take more work and labor. And the sprit stick myth is real!!
Bianca
its about bravery I think and humour put to its highest purpose, a blitz spirit to survive in a cruel world, smile, have style and never let on they hurt you, ever……….I miss my gay boyfriends more than anything, being around them was the safest, fun-est love I’ve known. God bless you all wherever you are
geraldine
oh my gosh i love camp so much it is so fun i love to jump on all the little kids and scare them so they wont bother me ever again and then i throw all the children into the lake so that they will be eaten by the lake monster and then i eat them with marshmallows and chocolate.
Hannah Meyers
i love to camp to fell the wilderness and see the natural beauty of everything how it used to be with out the concrete jungles, when the jungles were all naturally grown things that are not build to suit the comforts of man kind. It is hard to get to a place where this exsits.
Caylea
camp is for kids in the summertime, they go swimming, fishing, make crafts and eat bad food. Write letters home and get homesick. I went to YMCA day camp in the 70’s. My sister and I
Tessa
A load of poofters in a field camping and bumming all day long. Camping is the work of shitters who cook marshmallows and stink. It is for the birdwatcher, who can only see the buzzard during the night-time. It is for the awkward father and son, who pretend to be interested in the ghost stories.
Jonathan McIntosh
i’ve always wanted to work at a summer camp. i feel like it would be a really rewarding experience. but then at the same time i just don’t think i’ll ever be able to, i don’t think they’ll hire me. i don’t have enough experience with kids or jobs in general so i’m out. but i’ve always wanted to go. this may have something to do with the fact that i never got to go to a whole lot of camps as a child.
Laine King
camping is fun. well, if your camping in the woods. it can fun.
camp is what people do for fun usually for a weekend or just for fun.
kaylob
We set up camp outside the studio, feeling like stalkers and creepers while we waited for a glimpse of him.
I was trying to get a job, she just had a crush.
Not that I was begging or anything. I wouldn’t stoop that low. My dignity was at stake with her fangirling and I wouldn’t have it.
A place of innocence that is pure, sweet, and divine. A child can go and live like they do in Neverland giving a rooster call and never growing up. A child can imagine the world at the level of an ant and be totally satisfied being that strong without any explanation. Then comes the day they grow old and the innocence is stolen. No longer pure or wanting to live in their imagination. To face the world, a world that is too big for the small ant.
I went to a camp many times before. It was with my church group and we went very far from my city. It was a weekend retreat and I had so much fun. We had smores more often than we took showers basically.
Sabrina Goodnature
we went to camp today have funat camp love camp its soo fun!!!!!!!!! or is it
I went camping last weekend in the desert. It was great fun. Tomorrow I am going to Thailand with my school. It’s a field trip. We are going to be doing lots of hiking and trekking and we are going to spend one night in the woods camping. It’s going to be so fun but there are going to be leeches. I’m scared of them. They may bite me.
camping is a lot of fun, but I guess I’ve never legitimately camped, with a tent and all. Camping in a cabin is a lot of fun, but is there such a thing? we had to make food outside with a fire and stuff, so that counts, right? my family has a tent. I’d like to borrow it and go camping soon. I wonder if anyplace will ever be as pretty as the palisades, ever.
memories of marine biology, swept away by the currents that carried me there. what happened to my youth? my hopes? my dreams?
the friendships there that seemed undying have faded, and now i’m left with a mere seashell, a memory of better times before this.
I hated camp and I loved it all at the same time. The best was hanging with my friend Karen. The worst was the bathroom smell..a mixture of old piss and weak Clorox.
Janet Hinkle
the family camped by the river on their vacation
such a peaceful area with the running of the water
the scenery was indescribable with the awesome beauty all around them
compliments of their grand creator, Jehovah God
I love to camp. Sleeping out in the woods, under the stars, is a real experience. I always look forward to summer because I get to go camping.
L
Camp is a term used to describe a particular type of in-group humour, as well as a place for children to spend their summers or a location for temporary living (usually closer to the elements than is usual). What do all of these things have in common? The fact that they are on the edge between normal life and something a bit extreme or outside or odd. That is all.
Takes me back to a time when mom, and brothers and the togetherness were commonplace. Smells of fire and bacon cooking in the morning, muggy summer days quenched by lake dips.
When I was six, my parents sent me to Catholic Summer Camp—Our Lady of Lourdes. They woke us at 6AM with a blaring horn, packed us off to mass, followed by a grueling breakfast then off for a swim in Skaneateles Lake—one of the coldest of the Finger Lakes. Good times!
Andie
Ah smell of the crackling logs on the pulsing fire. The taste of the crisp mountain air. Stretching out your weary legs and toasting your toes through smelly socks. This is the simple joy of camping.
it rained and it snowed and it hailed and the heavens seemed to be pouring out all of its stored up sorrows but they stayed in they’re little tent, they huddled and kept each other warm… such an beautiful thing that with the help of each other we can survive
as she cleaned,kathleen hoped that shally knew that she was in her camp.afterall,she loved her.but shally never really knew how much she loved kent.she only knew how much he had broken her heart.
My favorite place in the summer, even though I had a hard time making friends. The polar bear swims and fort building. The archery and wall climbing. I don’t remember the names of anybody, but I remember camp.
Twelve year old girls and boys, separated into two dormitories. Inedible porridge. Much hiking in the blistering sun.
children at play
they learn here
more than they could ever learn in a classroom
they learn how to be with others peacefully
they will make their best friends here
maybe their future lovers
but now they are small children
running and playing
I’ve always wanted to go to space camp. Gah that would be so cool!
When I was younger we used to go camping all the time. There was something about the wild life that really moved me. The most re-memorable moments when we all were around the camp fire and we had set my grandma in a chair then we were all talking. My brother had found a comb. My Aunt realizing it was our grandma’s, we looked in the area that she sat. But she was gone. She had fallen down the hill. hahaha good times. She was okay btw.
Kids probably don’t love summer camp as much as parents think they do. The mosquitos bite. The counselors are mean. And we only talk about the other kids to make it seem as if we’re having a great time so that our parents don’t think that we’re all destined to be antisocialites. Yes, Mom, having a great time…
I stood at the edge of camp, I didn’t want to come along with my parents, all my freinds were back on earth, or rahter they were all back on earth, I was a thousand years from then : all my friends were now dead, after having long lives and familys, i wonder what senior prom was like? I didn’t even have a choice, one day my parents just told me we were leaving: I’ve had friends complain, about not being able to go to the same school or having to leave all their friends…but I coulden’t even tell my friends I’d write! I was frozen for 1000 years!
Camping is fun. I’ve always enjoyed camping with the family. I especially like to camp near water. One of the last times we went camping my nephew was sick and woke everyone up in the middle of the night. They all started laughing when they saw me because I had a big bug’s wing on my face, and my sister said, What, were you snacking?
I like to go to camp. It is so much fun. There is a lot to do, like swim, roast smores and sing songs by the campfire. One of my favorite parts about camp is doing all the cool crafts in the craft house.
I’d like to get out and camp and hike more. It’s such a great thing to be out in the woods amongst creation. Refreshing, rewarding, and relaxing!
I was sitting by the fire when I heard it the first time. It was an other-worldly shriek, some kind of strange beast that I was absolutely sure could not have existed. I looked up into the dancing shadows, then back across the sleeping bodies, and tensed up immediately. The wind changed direction and the smoke blew across my nose and I was blind. I stood and walked over to the area which was darkest, the hair on my neck standing straight up, and began to bark wildly.
The fresh smell of the forests, our clear breath, the stars like perfect pin pricks in the sky. We’d driven out to the national park in a camper van, painted in our own style of mauve and strawberry red, with flashing pink lights to ward off anyone that would even consider us a hitchhike possibility.
ahhhh camp. I love camp, every year i go to cheerleading camp with my cheer team, and it is soooo much fun. It’s exactly like the way it is in the movies, except it take more work and labor. And the sprit stick myth is real!!
its about bravery I think and humour put to its highest purpose, a blitz spirit to survive in a cruel world, smile, have style and never let on they hurt you, ever……….I miss my gay boyfriends more than anything, being around them was the safest, fun-est love I’ve known. God bless you all wherever you are
oh my gosh i love camp so much it is so fun i love to jump on all the little kids and scare them so they wont bother me ever again and then i throw all the children into the lake so that they will be eaten by the lake monster and then i eat them with marshmallows and chocolate.
i love to camp to fell the wilderness and see the natural beauty of everything how it used to be with out the concrete jungles, when the jungles were all naturally grown things that are not build to suit the comforts of man kind. It is hard to get to a place where this exsits.
camp is for kids in the summertime, they go swimming, fishing, make crafts and eat bad food. Write letters home and get homesick. I went to YMCA day camp in the 70’s. My sister and I
A load of poofters in a field camping and bumming all day long. Camping is the work of shitters who cook marshmallows and stink. It is for the birdwatcher, who can only see the buzzard during the night-time. It is for the awkward father and son, who pretend to be interested in the ghost stories.
i’ve always wanted to work at a summer camp. i feel like it would be a really rewarding experience. but then at the same time i just don’t think i’ll ever be able to, i don’t think they’ll hire me. i don’t have enough experience with kids or jobs in general so i’m out. but i’ve always wanted to go. this may have something to do with the fact that i never got to go to a whole lot of camps as a child.
camping is fun. well, if your camping in the woods. it can fun.
I think camping is alright its even better when you specific items to bring with you if you know what i mean.
camp is what people do for fun usually for a weekend or just for fun.
We set up camp outside the studio, feeling like stalkers and creepers while we waited for a glimpse of him.
I was trying to get a job, she just had a crush.
Not that I was begging or anything. I wouldn’t stoop that low. My dignity was at stake with her fangirling and I wouldn’t have it.
A place of innocence that is pure, sweet, and divine. A child can go and live like they do in Neverland giving a rooster call and never growing up. A child can imagine the world at the level of an ant and be totally satisfied being that strong without any explanation. Then comes the day they grow old and the innocence is stolen. No longer pure or wanting to live in their imagination. To face the world, a world that is too big for the small ant.
camp love in tents marmellose parties awesomeness love again in morning and nights
He went to the camp to see what was going on and they took him!! ………
I went to a camp many times before. It was with my church group and we went very far from my city. It was a weekend retreat and I had so much fun. We had smores more often than we took showers basically.
we went to camp today have funat camp love camp its soo fun!!!!!!!!! or is it
I went camping last weekend in the desert. It was great fun. Tomorrow I am going to Thailand with my school. It’s a field trip. We are going to be doing lots of hiking and trekking and we are going to spend one night in the woods camping. It’s going to be so fun but there are going to be leeches. I’m scared of them. They may bite me.
camping is a lot of fun, but I guess I’ve never legitimately camped, with a tent and all. Camping in a cabin is a lot of fun, but is there such a thing? we had to make food outside with a fire and stuff, so that counts, right? my family has a tent. I’d like to borrow it and go camping soon. I wonder if anyplace will ever be as pretty as the palisades, ever.
memories of marine biology, swept away by the currents that carried me there. what happened to my youth? my hopes? my dreams?
the friendships there that seemed undying have faded, and now i’m left with a mere seashell, a memory of better times before this.
I hated camp and I loved it all at the same time. The best was hanging with my friend Karen. The worst was the bathroom smell..a mixture of old piss and weak Clorox.
the family camped by the river on their vacation
such a peaceful area with the running of the water
the scenery was indescribable with the awesome beauty all around them
compliments of their grand creator, Jehovah God
I love to camp. Sleeping out in the woods, under the stars, is a real experience. I always look forward to summer because I get to go camping.
Camp is a term used to describe a particular type of in-group humour, as well as a place for children to spend their summers or a location for temporary living (usually closer to the elements than is usual). What do all of these things have in common? The fact that they are on the edge between normal life and something a bit extreme or outside or odd. That is all.
Takes me back to a time when mom, and brothers and the togetherness were commonplace. Smells of fire and bacon cooking in the morning, muggy summer days quenched by lake dips.
When I was six, my parents sent me to Catholic Summer Camp—Our Lady of Lourdes. They woke us at 6AM with a blaring horn, packed us off to mass, followed by a grueling breakfast then off for a swim in Skaneateles Lake—one of the coldest of the Finger Lakes. Good times!
Ah smell of the crackling logs on the pulsing fire. The taste of the crisp mountain air. Stretching out your weary legs and toasting your toes through smelly socks. This is the simple joy of camping.
it rained and it snowed and it hailed and the heavens seemed to be pouring out all of its stored up sorrows but they stayed in they’re little tent, they huddled and kept each other warm… such an beautiful thing that with the help of each other we can survive