When I was in third grade, I went to Camp Shalom for the first time & I hated it. I cried pretty much the entire time because I missed home so much.
The next year, I went back.
And until about three summers ago (jeez, has it been that long?!) I went there every summer for as many weeks as possible. I worked there for two glorious summers and met wonderful little children that forever changed me. I also worked with fabulous Jesus-loving college aged adults and had the time. of. my. life.
Camp Shalom has been a part of my family's life since it was first created. My mom worked there. My uncle worked there (Boober!) and met his now-wife (my aunt) at the Maquoketa ool( because there's no pee in it!). My other uncle worked (or at least went...I'm a little fuzzy on the dets). My bro worked there (and might have had every counselor/camper girl in love with him. I worked there. My little sister worked there...and hopes to again next summer! Never the less, there is nothing better to me than an evening at camp. Playing all-camp. Eating snack. Singing by the campfire.
I've been thinking a lot about camp lately. Maybe it's because I'm jealous that my beautiful sister Kaeli gets to volunteer there in about two weeks. So. Jealous.
So, I went through my pictures (most of them by the fabulous camp photog, Sarah) and picked out some gems. MISS YOU, Camp Shalom.
monica faye
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