Yall are the only peeps who could possibly understand the joy I am finding in trunk unpacking and washing on this beautiful Saturday while everyone else is at the beach outdoors! *The stench *the saved letters *the random strings from friendship bracelets *the remaining piece of a short white candle * the missing clothes *the small cut and bruise I just got from running into THAT PIECE on the front of the trunk *snooping into the journal *reading the Sunday chapel handouts *singing songs completely outta tune and making up random words for those parts I still dont get but too afraid to ask 30 years later *rinsing the poncho (seriously, did anyone EVER wear a poncho during the year? considered big ole L.O.S.E.R. at home if caught in one) *folding sheets and towels and putting back into the trunk for next year, *looking for the other flip flop *wondering who is julie and why do we have her pillow *unpacking the maxi pads that were hidden under every single item never to be seen bc NO ONE at camp could ever understand what it would be like to start your period! I could go on and on but i have songs to sing, mildew to spray, crazy creek to scrub and a comforter to dry! After 12 summers for me and now 6 summers for Lauren (shes 12, and her goal when asked was to go longer to RBC than mommy did) I am looking forward to many more years of the mildew stench on a Saturday afternoon in sunny Florida. Some say it would suck, I think its the best way to spend the day reflecting on some of the best years of my life! #RBCforever
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 20:17:45 +0000
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