When I was about 12 my brother, Allen, and I went to Farmer’s Union Youth Camp for a whole week. The only time in our childhood we had a camp experience. Five days of sleep away camp. I don’t know if we would have had the opportunity to go except for the generosity of our neighbor on the next farm, who happened to be childless and the president of the local chapter of the Farmer’s Union. During Arts & Crafts we painted ceramic fruit. Allen painted an apple, I painted bananas. My mother had them hanging in the kitchen for a long, long time. I remember hiking up steep trails around Whitewater State Park, sleeping in bunk beds, eating with 100 other kids and enjoying a very liberating experience among peers rather than being George and Florence’s oldest boy and oldest girl. At the end of the week we even put on a show of skits and other various forms of bad to mediocre entertainment which was hilariously funny from what I can remember.
I hope you can reach back into your memories to find a summer experience to bring you a smile or two. I may just go pick up some paint and a ceramic bit of fruit and recreate one of my favorite experiences. What about you?