Thoughts on Summer

Yesterday, Peter and I drove down to Yarmouth for the Camp Peniel Alumni Banquet. As soon as we pulled in the driveway, with all the kids running around (teens, actually...), I realized that I really missed camp. The last time that I was there was on a weekend, so no campers were around. At that point, I didn't regret not going at all. In fact, I would almost say that I was glad I wasn't there. This time was different. Seeing everyone... being in the real camp atmosphere... I really missed it... And a very small piece of my heart ached that I did not go back this year. Also, Vickie was there. Now, I may not have touched any other lives while I was working at camp, I don't know, but I do know that I connected with Vickie on a heart level. I spent most of the evening with her in my arms. I regret not being there for Vickie this summer. I know someone else probably filled my shoes with her... but I can't help but wish that I had been there for her. I guess this is a common thing. Staff always connect to certain campers, and eventually, they have to move on. I do know that it was my time to move on. I wasn't supposed to be at camp this summer. I know that. But still... sometimes I wonder... God, are you sure? Anyhow, it's too late now... It's no secret that I have zero job satisfaction at PlayLand, and that could also be part of the problem. But, gosh, I miss camp... I miss those people... I miss that time of my life...