So, how was camp?

This whole thing is a funny business. You live somewhere for 3 months and when you come back no one understands. Not a single person "gets" what you just survived. And it's funny because you sit in your quiet room on your laptop with a cell phone sitting next to you and anything you want or need within your home AND you have the time and energy to go and get it... but you'd rather be at Kippewa.

You would rather have 10 munchkins fighting for your attention and not a moment of silence or rest. You would rather be teaching lessons in the gross, cold lake than sit in one more class. And it's funny because you don't remember the lake as gross or cold and you don't remember the kids as needy and loud. You remember your co-counselors and getting back to your bunk at 1 in the morning to a duct-taped cookie and a hilariously cruel note. You remember when one of your kids comes and sits on your bed and tells you about a book they're reading or what their parents are like.

You remember all these things but no one else does.

That's why sometimes Kippewa feels like a dream. No matter how many stories you tell, they'll never understand.

And fellow Kippy girls, help me with this one; how do you respond when someone asks,

"So, how was camp?"

Because I can't get my response beyond a huge smile and

"It was quite the adventure."