Rainy days. When it rained, instead of usual daily activities, the kids gathered in the indoor areas for alternate activities, such as art and singing. At night in the rain, we could lay in bed in the bunk listening to the drops on the roof.
Once in a while there would be a flash downpour and we would run to the closest sheltered area, making sure there was enough body heat to go around by standing close to each other.
Pink Floyd. I was introduced to the Floyd by a counselor who, while camping out for the night with everyone from our age-group, brought a guitar to the campfire to play us some songs. He sang us Wish You Were Here and I immediately wrote home requesting that my parents send me the cassette.
After it arrived, the tape became the official music of my photography activity group (at least according to me). The other five people in the group were probably ready to throw the cassette out the window, but that didn’t matter. What could be better than listening to Shine On You Crazy Diamond in a darkroom while developing black and white photos?
I never got sent to summer camp. I was “lucky” one year to go with my sister for a day – she was a counselor for a summer. I learned one song that day:
I see your hinney
so nice and shiney
you better hide it
before I bite it
Ah…summer camp.
I think it’s safe to say we went to different summer camps…