This week’s PROMPT is inspired by my friend Jennifer, who writes a Flashback post every Friday on her most excellent blog. Recently she wrote about her summer camp memories and I thought that’d make a great PROMPTuesday topic.
I, for one, attended sleepaway camp just two summers at the awesome and amazing George Williams Camp in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. It was there that I first began telling spooky stories to a rapt captive audience of other sixth-graders who had the luck to take a midnight hike with me in the woods. Such good times as I told the prequel to Blair Witch — before there was a Blair Witch — (should I get royalties?) — to an unsuspecting gaggle of moon-faced kids that I scared the ever-lovin’ crap out of but good.
I still feel a little bad about that. I don’t think Lori Swisher ever forgave me.
Meanwhile, please post your fondest/scariest/kissiest summer camp story as a submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
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Oh just rub it in, why don’t you! I never went to summer camp! Maybe I’ll write about how I was robbed of the memories and good times,
http://www.3kidsandabreakdown.com/2010/06/15/not-a-happy-camper/
Oh, I did go to summer sleepover camp once. They made us sleep in the woods (“under the stars” on a cot) and I was so scared to use the BIFS (Bathroom In the Forest — read Porta Potty) that I held my poop for a week. Riding the horse was very uncomfortable all week. It was when that story about the man living in the Porta Potty came out — you know why I was scared.
Oh I love PROMPTuesday!!
Ah, camp. Good memories.
This one time, at band camp…