Yeah, I was that person. A summer camp counselor.
Yes, I wore anklets and bracelets and any other kind of weird stuff. I wore camp T-shirts and camp hats. I got dirty and smelly and some time didn't care. Yes, I was one of those camp counselors.
But I miss it. I miss them. The kids, the chaperones, the other counselors, the boss, the friends, the memories.
It was hard, it did stink, it was hot, it was long, they were rowdy, they were loud, they complained, they were bad kids, but.....they stole my heart. Camp stole my heart.
I miss you.
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