I went to summer camp one time and one time only. I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t connect with anyone. I remember that one summer as a series of embarrassing incidents. Here is just one and it goes to show you how deeply scarred I became by the dumbest experiences in the whole wide world.
I went to a sleepover camp in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey when I was eleven years old. The camp experience lasted two weeks. We had cabins that had beds for six girls or six boys and we stayed there most of the time.
In the middle of the two week stay, there was a camp out where we hiked into the woods and slept under the stars for one night.
When we arrived at the site, we picked our spots and set up camp. At one point, one of the male counselors shouted for all of the boys to gather round; they were going off on a little side trip.
“Can I go, too?” I called out enthusiastically.
“We are going to take a shit,” one of the boys shouted above the laughter.
Mean little bugger wasn't he? The littlest thing can rob a child of his or her dignity for a lifetime.ReplyDelete
Sounds like typical male talk to me. I don't know a boy alive, young or old, and I mean old, who doesn't just love potty talk.ReplyDelete
I guess the only thing I endured more uncomfortable at camp was having to eat fern tips and goat milk for three days straight. Ugh.
Once, when I was at a camping experience in early elementary school, the counselors thought I WAS a boy. Scarred for life.ReplyDelete
My daughter got lice in first grade, which freaked me out horribly, and having no experience with such things that make you feel disgusting and dirty, I impulsively cut off her long brown hair...it was a baaaad cut. I took her in to the only person in town who had an opening to "fix" my butcher job, and in order to "fix" it, they had to take even more hair...with much mayonnaise and a shower cap, we got rid of that icky stuff with no toxic chemicals, but she was mistaken for a boy for about a month...she still remembers that...says that she too is scarred for life!ReplyDelete
These memories are priceless, even if you did get embarrassed.ReplyDelete
Nessa, I hope you still will come around after my little character exercise post. Come on, I'm not like that=)
So, did you go?ReplyDelete
Damn it! I was all excited to make my comment and Part Time Buddha took it!ReplyDelete
Awww how mean!ReplyDelete
Hmmm....in my family everyone likes potty talk (everyone being me and Ivan). Jackie wonders how all our conversations turn scatalogical. Jackie is smarter than me and uses words like scatalogical.ReplyDelete
I love the word scatalogical. Don't use it exactly, but our dinner conversations often turn into scatalogical ones somehow. Jackie is smarter than me too, whoever she is.ReplyDelete
I know it isn't my mom, Jackie, who also wonders about the potty talk on occassion, but I don't think uses the word scatalogical.
I'm pretty good at identifying scat in the northwest. Looks great on my resume too. Not.
boys are mean. gang shitting ...never heard of it.ReplyDelete
What a crappy experience!ReplyDelete
Jackie is my sister...my baby sister...who was born a heck of a lot smarter than me.ReplyDelete
Hey, Bubbles. There's always time to catch up...like going up that hill...ReplyDelete
Your stories are great. Thanks for sharing with the world.
Oh, I love your camp story! We all some of those wonderful(?) experiences. Maybe to teach us humility?ReplyDelete
And you can tell Jenn that of course I use the word "scatalogical", it's hard not to when the wildlife on our hill leave so much of it around.
I see you've met my family -- Cindra Jo, my niece, and Jackie's Garden -- my sister, Cindra's mother. If you like me, you'll really like them!ReplyDelete
I'm still locked out of ptb's site, and I still don't know why.ReplyDelete
Quilly: I suspect I may have been a little sensitive. I embarrassed easily in those days.ReplyDelete
Cindra Jo: Ewwww, fern tips and goats milk, no way.
DCMM: I think I've been trumped. Let's cry together.
Cindra Jo: Your poor daughter. Did you get pictures to show us? : D
Grunty: I love the way your mind works. Even though it's been a while, "I'll be back."
PTB: On the mini excursion with the boys, no. Eventually, yes.
Mr. Fab: You must be quick around here.
Jamie: I know. So sad for me.
Jenn: We have many air related conversations.
Cindra Jo: I had to look scatological up in the dictionary. I will be using it alot from now on.
Guggs: Gang shitting sounds really dirty.
David: I love stupid jokes. No really, I do. I'm still laughing.
Jenn: I think you are being modest, again.
Cindra Jo: You reminded me to call Jenn, Bubbles.
Jackie: I have a scatological bag for when I walk my puppy.
Quilly: I do like them. Like you, they are funny and smart. I love their comments and I have their blogs bookmarked.
Quilly: Have you tried contacting PTB? You know he moved right? But his email at his old site still works. Maybe it's just a scatological computer glitch.