My Final Summer At Camp Greenwood
Like many kids who grew up in the ’80s, I attended a summer camp pretty much every year of my childhood. I remember a lot of things about that time in my life – the sunny afternoons of summer spent running through clearings or splashing in the lake’s cool, clear water. I remember the light rains which would fall on the corrugated steel roof of our cabins, and the smell of bacon waking us up early in the morning, just after sunrise.
Those years of my life should have been the best, and in many ways they were. However, it all came to an end when I turned 15, and now the memories of the time I spent at Camp Greenwood remind me only of the horrible agony I caused to so many. It’s a story which I’ve done my best to forget, but now, as I get older and I have kids of my own, I feel that it’s my responsibility to put it down in ink, so to speak, at last. Then maybe I’ll finally be free of it.Continue Reading