As I’m preparing my son’s first sleep away camp in a few weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot of various camps I’ve attended as a child growing up in Korea.
Unlike America, it was unheard of dropping your children a place so far away for a month or two or three.(not that you could be THAT far away anyway;Korea is a teeny country)
Because the money was always tight, I’ve done a lot of church sponsored camps where my mom and I were members and where she taught high school bible school.
While I resent always having to memorize bible verses before meals, I appreciated being near the nature a week in those summer years.
Cold watermelon that was cooled off in the mountain stream. Big mosquito bites. Huge bonfires that seemed so dramatic and magical.