This time though, I won’t be sad: every time my camp life changed, the magic stayed. I just continue to take a bigger and bigger part in being part of its creation, every year. And how magical is that!
There is no way I will last that long, I thought.
Indeed, I barely thought I would make it through the summer. I was already covered with mosquito bites (citronella does not really do it for me), and my first night stoop-sitting* had ended with me (I kid you not) peeing in my pants two steps away from the Senior washroom.