never too late to be a camper

you’re either a camp person, or you’re not. since i never did spend my summer days doing organized canoe trips in matching yellow t-shirts, i think i would most likely be labeled a big, fat, ‘not’.

but thank goodness 23 is the perfect age to give it another go. i cannot tell you how excited i was to stand in giant people circles, sing various songs about shaking your feet, and take part in some serious nap time. all to the tune of councilor kathrin gilbert’s music-note lanyard-ed whistle.

and the overall assessment? camp is so cool. camp is time to not only be weird but be encouraged to be weird. an alternate universe where no one looks at you funny for singing as loud as you can as off-key as you can while doing a viking imitation. if everyone knew it was this good, who wouldn’t be a camp kid?

and, as the theme of this trip goes, we are again just so lucky to have kathrin and nate to indulge us in our theatre camp aspirations.

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