Inspired by George Ella Lyon
I am from potholder headbands, Camelbak water bottles and sunglasses hanging by croakies.
I am from the bunk beds in Choctaw (creaky, metal springs, they keep us awake during rest hour)
I am from the cicadas that buzz all night, the black wasps that hover over the soccer field.
I am from playing Stomp in the Party Room and Carolyn Kata's dance moves, from Pima and Pawnee.
I'm from the wolf-shirt-Wednesdayers and the best-day-evers.
From Live in the Moment and take the food waste back to the pig bucket please.
I am from praying holding hands in a circle at the end of every day.
I'm from two villages but one camp, ultimate nachos and the coveted apple crisp.
From the letter Jack McGee wrote to the night time serenades of Adele.
I am from a plastic box filled with slips of paper, scrawled with the highs of my day for 9 weeks; moments marked by laughter that made me cry, best friends of all ages, and joy that surpassed my surroundings.
-Camp T Counselor
I'm from baked oatmeal and North Face backpacks.
I'm from the bugs bites on my neck.
I'm from the tug-of-wars and ga-ga pits with the guys.
I'm from a cabin that loves and cares about you no matter what you do.
I'm from the singers and the competitiveness, from I am Third.
I am from waking up every morning at 7 to sing about God.
I'm from dirt on the mud hike and the hot-dogs from the cook out.
From the closing campfire to the opening campfire.
I'm from the letters that made me cry when I read them, my counselors and friends that I love.
-Camp T Blazer