This morning I wrote and mailed a letter to Sister #2. This week she’s having lots of fun at church camp. As I wrote her letter I was reminded of all the fun times I had at church camp. Growing up I loved church camp! It was my favorite thing in the summer. After school was out for the summer I started getting excited about church camp. Heck, my friends and I would start talking camp outfits the whole week before camp! It was the highlight of the youth group summer, and mine as well.
My church camp wasn’t anything fancy. It wasn’t like my Baptist friends church camp. They had a swimming pool as there’s. Nope, my camp was ghetto fabulous! I remember the first time my mom dropped one of us off at camp. Sister #1 was the first of us three to attend church camp. When my parents pulled up to the camp, my mom was scared to death to leave her there and she was positive that Sister #1 would have a horrible time. But my mom was wrong….not only did Sister #1 have fun, but a few weeks later I attended and had a blast. But we didn't need a fancy church camp. We still had fun and made life long friends. I have camp friends that I still talk to almost weekly. It's those friendships that will last forever, or I hope they will.
Since 1994 my parents have been making a two hour drive to drop one of their daughters off at church camp, sometimes they made the drive more than once a year. But I am thankful that they make the drive for my sisters and I. Church camp will always be a great memory for me. Someday I hope to drop my kids off at church camp where they can create their own memories.