Camp is something that I never was a part of, and kind of was afraid of. Mostly because of me feeling horribly awkward in front of people almost all the time. I never found it easy to relate to anyone, which is probably why I have no friends. I don’t think I could ever go to a camp.
Sunny
hot. never been camping before. dirty. lots of bugs. YMA is the only camp i go to. I love it there. its my second home, but its not really campy. the closest thing ive been to camping is staying in a tee-pee at Kah-Nee-Tah. not really camping though. it was a lot of fun!
Kate
Camp. Camping. Ping. Pong. Pog. Pogs. Logs. Frongs. Frogs on Logs. Your mother. Your Family. My family. My Life. Laugh. Love. Broken. Harsh. Bleak. Black. Bake. Cook. Cream. Can. Can! Not… No. Nothing. Nowhere. No one. Why? Why not? No reasons. No answers.
Paige
In the sixth grade I went to camp Otyawka (is that how you spell it?) and diddnt really like it. i didn’t have a lot to talk about with the other kids and was not very outdoorsy….now i am though apparentally cause i wanna be a counselor for it as a high schooler? ironic? maybe….
Kate
i was camping i had lot of fun with my family there we went to the woods and saw bigfoot
he asked to camp with us and we agreed we fished hunted hiked and had a campfire it was very very fun i really enjoyed camping with my family.
Katie
fires and roasting marshmellow. summer time with my favorite people. lake swinging from ropes and being happy. this is prue joy, my childhood in front of me. smiling laughing and swimming. learning about the bible and singing.
jarelle
i went to summer camp. it was church camp. there was a pool with a brown wooden fence around it. i didn’t want to swim because I was self concious in my bathing suit. it was the only time i ever went to summer camp. it was fun, but I’ll never go again. it was co ed. there were no boys I liked. the food was pretty good. I can’t be creative at all right now, apparently.
Brittney
I like camping for a start. It brings me good memories of when I was a kid and went to a nearby mountain and slept for one night. When we woke up several horses were around our tents eating grass and ignoring us. They even let us pat the younglings.
Oh wait, I remember we took some LSD too. Maybe those horses were….
….anyway- camping is nice. Do it.
Oh well- Igor
misery. Torment. Assault. They hold me down. They make me a woman. I am eleven. Not a woman, and so angry. I rage. I still rage. And I will no longer conform to their ideal. I will not longer be the woman they tried so hard to make me. Injury. Insult. Fear.
Carrie
i like camping sites, they’re very nice. don’t like the toilets though. french especially. i don’t like the french in general. they’re mean and arrogant, but they have great food and even better wine. long live france!!!
David
I never went to camp. I was the introverted kid. Camp was like the opposite of camp for me. People. Stupid games. Maybe if I’d gone to camp, those stupid games would have been delightful games. Those people, lifelong friends. Maybe. Or maybe I would have been the introverted kid there too. And wished I’d never went to camp.
If then was now, I would beg to go to camp. But now is far too late.
I’m camping in a different decade. Camping in a different being.
tent pitched… said it was for 5 but you have to lay daigonally to sleep straight. i hear sounds… they are not friendly. they rub on the fabric thin walls and cast shadows like ancient cave paintings. i feel close to the earth, close to my fear, close to the need to survive.
Camp is awesome. I miss being a little kid and the one thing i would look forward to every year was camp. Whether it was church camp, gymnastics camp, or any type of camp. I miss the time where my biggest worry was whether or not i would be able to make a friend at camp. Camp is where some of my favorite memories are. I love camp, and i want to be young enough to go back
A joyful experience that gets me closer to nature and the things that really matter in life. The smell of burning wood, the crackling of the fire, the laughter heard through the woods from other campers sitting around cozy fires.
Sarah
i absolutely despise camp. With a passion. I went to an overnight YMCA camp once and i cried everynight i was there. I hate bugs and the waking up early and the scheduled activities. It was the worst experience. I got 27 mosquito bites in one hour on my back.
sophie
Camp tents, pikes in the wet black soil, at the foot of a steep tree-covered hill with yellow leaves and jumbles of roots grabbing for your boots as you make your way down.
campfire grilling smores swimming laughing happiness friends family tired drinking partying fun tan sun fishing grass trees green pavillion love life being meaning starts sky bird animlas
maria
Going to camp was so in in the 50s, it was a campy thing to do. You’d wear cutoffs and ratty t-shirts and swim in nasty lakes and get string burns on your left forearm from snapping bows and arrows, make lanyards and other useless stuff that you gave lovingly to your Mom who simply adored it!
j ray d
It was the night of our roadtrip when everything came together. Weeks of squabbling, no one wanting to pay the bill, rainy weather instead of sunny, closed for the weekend signs, and directions pointing us the wrong way.
Val
The fire cackled at them, growing larger every minute. One of the boys yelled out, “Grab a bucket and get some water!” But the fire had become enraged, especially on this particularly windy evening. It grew and spread to their tent. Something inside must have been flammable because it erupted with a big bang. Not the peaceful camping experience they had expected.
forest trees evan kings canyon brooks waking up early brushing my teeth in the river not having a care in the world pooping in the woods loving fires campfires are my favorite part tents long walks with no point to them mountain peaks silence
adam
The brothers ran round the camp fire, laughing like idiots – sparks were flying everywhere like little orange fairies dancing and joining in, overcome with glee. The boys were finally free from the confines of their parents’ house, the prison.
Jordan
I’ve never really been to any sort of sleep away camp, but I have been camping. Most of what I’ve learned about camping really doesn’t mean anything to me, but there is one thing. I’ve learned that I really do enjoy being out in nature, and that I am somewhat a transcendentalist at heart. Sleeping to the sounds of crickets falling asleep is one of the memories that keeps me near to the earth.
Kyla Ward
Camp. Summertime. The joy of my childhood. As I stood on the dock where I had once played as I child, looking out over the lake where I had swum. I was greeted with a wave of memories from back then. Back when life was simple. Before all of my regrets had driven me to this now desolate place. I began my slow walk out onto the dock; feet heavy and dread in my breast as approached my doom.
I don’t wanna.
You’re Going.
You CaNT MAKE ME!
I’ll pay you.
What?
I need you gone, buddy.
You said you’d pay me?
I haven’t had sex in eleven years.
This is my fault?
A dollar a day.
What?!
A dollar a day to be paid upon your return.
…
don’t look at me like that
…
…
A dollar fifty.
Fuzz
I made a camp with friends on the first official day of spring. We left our dorm, our hives, at 2 AM and hiked into the woods for the hell of it. But I think it did a lot more than satisfy our need to do something just for the hell of it. I will cherish that memory. TB KR LF
they go to camp and tromp thru the woods and wonder in delight and when they come back they are new and fresh and ready to begin the life they always knew was not theirs but now they might have a hold for a time
colleen floro
deine mutter wurde früher in ihrem lesbencamp immer geschlagen und wegen ihrer dummheit und fettleibigkeit verarscht, weshalb sie noch fetter wurde und die schwangerschaft mit dir erst bei der geburt auffiel, da man davon ausging, dass sie nur verstopfung hat.
Dein Vater
Never went to one
Always envied ones who did
Childhood dreams, shattered.
“Bye mommy! I love you!”
I rolled my eyes as I got into the sweaty, crowded bus.
One week away from my mom; a break deserved.
Glam Girl
i went to one. it’s called camp st christopher in south carolina. it was superb and also awesome. man i sound like i’m four years old. but they had pie there. SO GOOD. and it was on this barrier island, and sometimes my friends came. i loved singing to Jesus there. it’s a place close to my heart. Sometimes i can close my eyes and see it. there was a huge, wooden cross just off the beach. you could see the sun go down behind it, and though i’m not one for those picturesque perfect photo moments, it was just glorious.
hannah
i said to my dad i didn’t know how to cut wood. i don’t care, he said. i picked up the axe and swung. a whistling noise filled the campsite and broke my aunt’s tent screen. you motherfucker, my dad said. you stupid son of a bitch. i didn’t know what to do, i said again and again. i didn’t know what to do.
Dale Walker
The camp is empty and haphazard in front of my mind’s eye, and I don’t have anything to describe it as other than people at a fire trying to sleep.
I used to go to a camp with her family; it was more like a trailer, with full electricity and some form of plumbing, but that didn’t mean I liked it. I was just starved for attention – we all knew how badly I needed a friend, and I couldn’t turn down offers for friendship no matter how buggy and humid they were.
Abby
camp. coolest place in the whole world. seriously, i cant think of one bad thing to say about camp. i kissed a boy for the first time there, broke my arm there, and made some of my best friends there. i miss it every time i have to leave. its like paradise away from everyone i know for a whole week. in one word: awesome.
Rachel Carney
I like to camp, I find it to be cheating when you cam with your RV, I think everyone should camp with tents. and RV is like a house, and what is the sense?
Camp is something that I never was a part of, and kind of was afraid of. Mostly because of me feeling horribly awkward in front of people almost all the time. I never found it easy to relate to anyone, which is probably why I have no friends. I don’t think I could ever go to a camp.
hot. never been camping before. dirty. lots of bugs. YMA is the only camp i go to. I love it there. its my second home, but its not really campy. the closest thing ive been to camping is staying in a tee-pee at Kah-Nee-Tah. not really camping though. it was a lot of fun!
Camp. Camping. Ping. Pong. Pog. Pogs. Logs. Frongs. Frogs on Logs. Your mother. Your Family. My family. My Life. Laugh. Love. Broken. Harsh. Bleak. Black. Bake. Cook. Cream. Can. Can! Not… No. Nothing. Nowhere. No one. Why? Why not? No reasons. No answers.
In the sixth grade I went to camp Otyawka (is that how you spell it?) and diddnt really like it. i didn’t have a lot to talk about with the other kids and was not very outdoorsy….now i am though apparentally cause i wanna be a counselor for it as a high schooler? ironic? maybe….
i was camping i had lot of fun with my family there we went to the woods and saw bigfoot
he asked to camp with us and we agreed we fished hunted hiked and had a campfire it was very very fun i really enjoyed camping with my family.
fires and roasting marshmellow. summer time with my favorite people. lake swinging from ropes and being happy. this is prue joy, my childhood in front of me. smiling laughing and swimming. learning about the bible and singing.
i went to summer camp. it was church camp. there was a pool with a brown wooden fence around it. i didn’t want to swim because I was self concious in my bathing suit. it was the only time i ever went to summer camp. it was fun, but I’ll never go again. it was co ed. there were no boys I liked. the food was pretty good. I can’t be creative at all right now, apparently.
I like camping for a start. It brings me good memories of when I was a kid and went to a nearby mountain and slept for one night. When we woke up several horses were around our tents eating grass and ignoring us. They even let us pat the younglings.
Oh wait, I remember we took some LSD too. Maybe those horses were….
….anyway- camping is nice. Do it.
misery. Torment. Assault. They hold me down. They make me a woman. I am eleven. Not a woman, and so angry. I rage. I still rage. And I will no longer conform to their ideal. I will not longer be the woman they tried so hard to make me. Injury. Insult. Fear.
i like camping sites, they’re very nice. don’t like the toilets though. french especially. i don’t like the french in general. they’re mean and arrogant, but they have great food and even better wine. long live france!!!
I never went to camp. I was the introverted kid. Camp was like the opposite of camp for me. People. Stupid games. Maybe if I’d gone to camp, those stupid games would have been delightful games. Those people, lifelong friends. Maybe. Or maybe I would have been the introverted kid there too. And wished I’d never went to camp.
If then was now, I would beg to go to camp. But now is far too late.
I’m camping in a different decade. Camping in a different being.
tent pitched… said it was for 5 but you have to lay daigonally to sleep straight. i hear sounds… they are not friendly. they rub on the fabric thin walls and cast shadows like ancient cave paintings. i feel close to the earth, close to my fear, close to the need to survive.
Camp is awesome. I miss being a little kid and the one thing i would look forward to every year was camp. Whether it was church camp, gymnastics camp, or any type of camp. I miss the time where my biggest worry was whether or not i would be able to make a friend at camp. Camp is where some of my favorite memories are. I love camp, and i want to be young enough to go back
A joyful experience that gets me closer to nature and the things that really matter in life. The smell of burning wood, the crackling of the fire, the laughter heard through the woods from other campers sitting around cozy fires.
i absolutely despise camp. With a passion. I went to an overnight YMCA camp once and i cried everynight i was there. I hate bugs and the waking up early and the scheduled activities. It was the worst experience. I got 27 mosquito bites in one hour on my back.
Camp tents, pikes in the wet black soil, at the foot of a steep tree-covered hill with yellow leaves and jumbles of roots grabbing for your boots as you make your way down.
campfire grilling smores swimming laughing happiness friends family tired drinking partying fun tan sun fishing grass trees green pavillion love life being meaning starts sky bird animlas
Going to camp was so in in the 50s, it was a campy thing to do. You’d wear cutoffs and ratty t-shirts and swim in nasty lakes and get string burns on your left forearm from snapping bows and arrows, make lanyards and other useless stuff that you gave lovingly to your Mom who simply adored it!
It was the night of our roadtrip when everything came together. Weeks of squabbling, no one wanting to pay the bill, rainy weather instead of sunny, closed for the weekend signs, and directions pointing us the wrong way.
The fire cackled at them, growing larger every minute. One of the boys yelled out, “Grab a bucket and get some water!” But the fire had become enraged, especially on this particularly windy evening. It grew and spread to their tent. Something inside must have been flammable because it erupted with a big bang. Not the peaceful camping experience they had expected.
CHAMPS DE MARS, CAMP OF FLOWERS, LOVE THE FARM, LOVE AIR FROM FARMS..DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE, HATE MY SITUATION, MISS HOW WHE USE TO BE
One time, in band camp…..
Seriously, I did play the flute when I was in the band. It’s one of those things I don’t have to relearn… just pick it up and play.
forest trees evan kings canyon brooks waking up early brushing my teeth in the river not having a care in the world pooping in the woods loving fires campfires are my favorite part tents long walks with no point to them mountain peaks silence
The brothers ran round the camp fire, laughing like idiots – sparks were flying everywhere like little orange fairies dancing and joining in, overcome with glee. The boys were finally free from the confines of their parents’ house, the prison.
I’ve never really been to any sort of sleep away camp, but I have been camping. Most of what I’ve learned about camping really doesn’t mean anything to me, but there is one thing. I’ve learned that I really do enjoy being out in nature, and that I am somewhat a transcendentalist at heart. Sleeping to the sounds of crickets falling asleep is one of the memories that keeps me near to the earth.
Camp. Summertime. The joy of my childhood. As I stood on the dock where I had once played as I child, looking out over the lake where I had swum. I was greeted with a wave of memories from back then. Back when life was simple. Before all of my regrets had driven me to this now desolate place. I began my slow walk out onto the dock; feet heavy and dread in my breast as approached my doom.
Camp – ironically banal
I don’t wanna.
You’re Going.
You CaNT MAKE ME!
I’ll pay you.
What?
I need you gone, buddy.
You said you’d pay me?
I haven’t had sex in eleven years.
This is my fault?
A dollar a day.
What?!
A dollar a day to be paid upon your return.
…
don’t look at me like that
…
…
A dollar fifty.
I made a camp with friends on the first official day of spring. We left our dorm, our hives, at 2 AM and hiked into the woods for the hell of it. But I think it did a lot more than satisfy our need to do something just for the hell of it. I will cherish that memory. TB KR LF
they go to camp and tromp thru the woods and wonder in delight and when they come back they are new and fresh and ready to begin the life they always knew was not theirs but now they might have a hold for a time
deine mutter wurde früher in ihrem lesbencamp immer geschlagen und wegen ihrer dummheit und fettleibigkeit verarscht, weshalb sie noch fetter wurde und die schwangerschaft mit dir erst bei der geburt auffiel, da man davon ausging, dass sie nur verstopfung hat.
Never went to one
Always envied ones who did
Childhood dreams, shattered.
“Bye mommy! I love you!”
I rolled my eyes as I got into the sweaty, crowded bus.
One week away from my mom; a break deserved.
i went to one. it’s called camp st christopher in south carolina. it was superb and also awesome. man i sound like i’m four years old. but they had pie there. SO GOOD. and it was on this barrier island, and sometimes my friends came. i loved singing to Jesus there. it’s a place close to my heart. Sometimes i can close my eyes and see it. there was a huge, wooden cross just off the beach. you could see the sun go down behind it, and though i’m not one for those picturesque perfect photo moments, it was just glorious.
i said to my dad i didn’t know how to cut wood. i don’t care, he said. i picked up the axe and swung. a whistling noise filled the campsite and broke my aunt’s tent screen. you motherfucker, my dad said. you stupid son of a bitch. i didn’t know what to do, i said again and again. i didn’t know what to do.
The camp is empty and haphazard in front of my mind’s eye, and I don’t have anything to describe it as other than people at a fire trying to sleep.
I used to go to a camp with her family; it was more like a trailer, with full electricity and some form of plumbing, but that didn’t mean I liked it. I was just starved for attention – we all knew how badly I needed a friend, and I couldn’t turn down offers for friendship no matter how buggy and humid they were.
camp. coolest place in the whole world. seriously, i cant think of one bad thing to say about camp. i kissed a boy for the first time there, broke my arm there, and made some of my best friends there. i miss it every time i have to leave. its like paradise away from everyone i know for a whole week. in one word: awesome.
I like to camp, I find it to be cheating when you cam with your RV, I think everyone should camp with tents. and RV is like a house, and what is the sense?
Summer after summer, week after week, day after day. I spend my time there, with friends, with fun, with God…at camp.