I loved being a camp counselor. The excited culture, the traditions, the community, the schedule, the fast-slow pace of everyday. I even liked being "on duty", staying in at night to make sure the girls didn't stay up too late giggling. I especially loved mail time. Getting letters was so old fashioned, and romantic.
Yesterday, I helped my mom clean out her house. In a drawer tucked away I found letters from camp. It took me back in time; to a steamy bunkhouse that smells like shampoo, mold, and the woods.