I’ve started to dream about comfortable bed possibly it’s my brains effort to make up for the fact that mine is nowhere near comfortable.
I am seriously so good at losing stuff, the camp directors just laugh at me now when I come looking for my camera. Because it is always lost.
I don’t know how to help homesick campers. If a pat on the back and a “Think about all the fun we’ll have tomorrow!” don’t work I just have nothing else to go on.
On that note children with dysfunctional families are beyond me. My happy home life has really set me back here ’cause I can’t relate to all their weird situations.
I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER. I hide and eat it because we are supposed to be a peanut free camp and it makes me sad.
Kids at camp get to play the best night games EVER. I am seriously jealous of them and being a boundary guard just isn’t that fun.