NEWSLETTER FROM BETS DANKO
Buses and cars drive up (itās always āupā, I donāt know why) to a place in the woods filled with buildings built a hundred years ago and stories to fill multiple lifetimes of āback when I was a kidā wisdom. Ā Kids from everywhere find a cabin or a place to pitch a tent.Ā Strangers become roommates, teenagers become leaders, and memories are made over stomachs filled with sāmores and songs that hail the simplicity of the life of a bullfrog and mosquitos that get under your nighty. Ā
Itās childhood in a nutshell.
At camp your worries are all about crafts, volleyball, and swimming tests.Ā At camp a dinner bell tells you when to eat and lists posted in your cabin tell you ...