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Farewell to the days of innocence...

And so the death of something once filled with life is certain.
The place in which I spent many a summer, has now officially closed it's doors and will be turned into something new.

When you attach a memory to possessions and things, there is a form of grief that finds you when you discover it's absence.
No matter how much you tell yourself to be logical about it, emotions have a way of creeping to the surface to find themselves mixing with memories.


Reminiscing


Indulging in the moments that live only in our memories.

When your cabin is still awake well into the morning hours, recalling the events of the day; laughing over the pranks played; revealing the names of the boys we had crushes on; eating the candy we hid away from our counsellors.

The late night toilet runs across the fields, trying desperately not to wet yourself because you are utterly afraid of the dark and all that may be hidden behind the trees.
The storms that kept us awake and found us sharing bunks for comfort from the loud crashing thunder.

The elaborate sand sculptures we envisioned and created.
Dressing our counselors up for dinner in ridiculous outfits.
The Campfire skits and silly songs sung at the top of our lungs.
'You can't ride in my little red wagon.."


The list is endless and as I recall each moment, joy and sadness mingle upon my face. 
Both smiling and tearing up, for what was and what will never be again. 


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No longer can you find yourself lost in the place that was filled with so much life.
To try and repossess & recapture the feelings of joy and innocence.
To know what it felt like to laugh without care, to dream endlessly.
Untouched by the challenges that adulthood has brought.

Cabins.
Unimpressive square buildings.
4 bunks, 8 beds.
No insulation = Cold at night & hot in the day.
The only hope of air conditioning = a cross breeze.
That is if you were lucky enough to pry the top window open and to wish desperately for the shade of the tree to find it's way to your cabin during the heat of the day.


(Photo credit: Amanda J)
My home for a week (or 2 in my teen years) every summer for 20+ years.

It is just a place. 
But I can't help but think something has been lost that will never be rediscovered. 
I am so grateful for the years spent at Camp and for the people
that made it what it was for so many of us.


'Fare thee well, my beloved friend...my heart will ever be faithful to thee."

-Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables. 

Perhaps a bit dramatic.. but still a favourite quote! :)




Katie and I on our way to camp 2007            Amanda and Meagan at counsellors night out

Camp fire

 
Harold and Dad at the Tuck Shop 
Amanda, the Queen of the Tuck Shop and the determiner of cabin order based on tidiness.
Early morning light 

Neda and I at the Beach on counsellors night out.
Camp fire skits!
Katie and Tim as our Talent show MC.

Uncle Art trying the homemade slip and slide = success 





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