we're just 2 lost souls

The summer is almost over.  And something about this time of year reminds me of camp.  I was one of those "camp" folks growing up in Wisconsin.  You either went to camp, or you didn't.  If you did, you got it.  You got what camp represented.  For me it was about getting away from reality for awhile. Living in the woods.  With new friends.  And the possibility of a new love. Because if you weren't meeting girls at summer camp, you weren't meeting girls. More on that later.  Or not.  It was also about gaining some independence (I was 9 years old when I first started going to sleepover camp) and experiecing new things like song sessions and windsurfing.  But all is not lost.  When you have kids, it's kind of like being at camp.  Especially in Brooklyn.  Going to the park and having a playdate can be feel like camp.  And you know what else feels like camp?  When my girls play dress up.

Writing this blog feels like camp sometimes as well in that it was at camp where I learned to express myself.  Express my feelings. Without feeling like I'd be judged.  And at the end of each summer, we would sit around a campfire with a guitar and sing "Wish You Were Here" and "Leaving On A Jet Plane".  And we would take a stick and throw it into the fire.  We would stay up all night and talk until the fire went out.  And it was time to go home. Except that camp felt like home.  And we never wanted to leave.