Midwest kids got to summer camp. There is something very special about being away from your parents for the first time, sleeping under the stars, hiking and canoeing.
I went to this very disorganized Jewish summer camp in Maine called Camp Modin.
My memories of camp - I was four years old to eight years old - they're fond memories.
When I was a junior camp counselor and it was my job to tell the campers a bedtime story or devotional, I would tell them a rapture story.
I had 500 kids at camp this past summer for example. We do nine weeks for kids and nine days for grown ups every summer. The adult camp is a lot of fun.
Much of the music I remember from camp was unofficial: the songs a counselor would play for us on acoustic guitar or that an older camper would sing after telling us a tale of his hard-knock life. We couldn't get enough of 'One Tin Soldier' or 'Cat's in the Cradle.'
I was sent to sleepover camp since I was 6, and you know, it's a recipe for disaster.
I hate camping, but I love summer camp.
I have so many special memories from the camps I went to when I was growing up.
