memory foam top.
“Yep, I’m coming to day camp,” Katy said as she stood up to reluctantly follow her family. Then her face brightened. “Maybe you can be my big buddy!”
“I’d like that. I’ll see what I can do,” EJ said. Weeklong campers would be assigned day campers to be “big buddies/little buddies.” EJ knew it was a way to keep track of the little campers—but if she could have a cool little buddy like Katy (and not get paired up with Isaac), it might not be so bad.
“Awesome!” Katy gave EJ a big smile. “See ya later, alligator!”
“After a while, crocodile,” EJ said.
EJ watched as girls and their families showed up in the doorway, all looking for empty bunks. Susan made quick work of ushering them in and getting everyone situated. EJ appreciated that Susan steered clear of the bunk she was trying to save for Macy. Soon the room was a hum of excited energy.
“EJ! I’m coming!” EJ heard Macy shout down the hallway even before she could see her. Two seconds later, Macy ran into the room, a sleeping bag tucked under one arm and a pillow under the other. “Am I late?”
“No, you’re right on time, Mace!” EJ grabbed the pillow from her friend and tossed it on the top bunk. “There, now it’s officially your bed.”
Mrs. Russell walked into the room, Macy’s big canvas gymnastics bag on her shoulder. “Here we go, Macy,” she said as she set the bag at the end of the bunk. “Good-bye, my love!” She pulled Macy in for a quick hug and kiss on her forehead.
“Aw, Mom!” Macy wiped off the kiss. “Have a good week. I love you. Tell Dad I love him, too. And tell Bryan not to touch my stuff while I’m at camp.” Bryan was Macy’s fifteen-year-old brother.
“Take care of Macy this week, EJ,” Mrs. Russell said as she walked toward the door. “You girls have a week full of memories!”
“We will, Mrs. Russell,” EJ called after her.
Our first and last time at camp
, EJ thought miserably.
In a matter of minutes, the remaining bunks in the room were claimed, and soon the last parents and siblings cleared out of the room after saying final good-byes. Sleeping bags and pillows of all colors topped each mattress, and girls were chattering and giggling and bouncing on beds while getting to know each other before camp officially started. EJ and Macy sat next to each other on Macy’s top bunk, their legs dangling over the side while they read through the camp booklet that explained the week.
They oohed and aahed as they read about swimming, jet skiing, horseback riding, canoeing, bumper boats, a candy store and soda fountain called the Snack Shack, archery, and the high ropes course and zip line. EJ wondered how they’d be able to fit so much awesomeness in one short week!
Just then, the
bong-bong-bong
of a bell sounded in the distance.
“There’s the bell, girls!” Susan said, checking her watch. “Head out to the hillside for the camp picture, and after that supper in the dining hall. Camp has officially started!”
“You boys in the front row—stop that tomfoolery!” the lanky, redheaded camp counselor named Gene yelled through a megaphone.
“Who is Tom Foolery, and how do we stop him?” The words coming out of Cory Liden’s mouth may have sounded like he was sassing the camp counselor, but EJ was actually wondering the same thing.
Gene, dressed in an orange Camp Christian T-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, white tube socks, tennis shoes, and a floppy fisherman’s hat, stood behind a camera on a tripod, glaring at the boys in the front row. The entire camp—about two hundred campers and counselors—stood on the hillside to get a group shot to commemorate the week. (Dad still had the photos from every week of church camp he attended. EJ loved looking at the faces in the crowd and making up stories about the particularly interesting-looking ones.) Gene had been trying to take the camp picture for the past ten minutes, but a group of boys in the front
“Yep, I’m coming to day camp,” Katy said as she stood up to reluctantly follow her family. Then her face brightened. “Maybe you can be my big buddy!”
“I’d like that. I’ll see what I can do,” EJ said. Weeklong campers would be assigned day campers to be “big buddies/little buddies.” EJ knew it was a way to keep track of the little campers—but if she could have a cool little buddy like Katy (and not get paired up with Isaac), it might not be so bad.
“Awesome!” Katy gave EJ a big smile. “See ya later, alligator!”
“After a while, crocodile,” EJ said.
EJ watched as girls and their families showed up in the doorway, all looking for empty bunks. Susan made quick work of ushering them in and getting everyone situated. EJ appreciated that Susan steered clear of the bunk she was trying to save for Macy. Soon the room was a hum of excited energy.
“EJ! I’m coming!” EJ heard Macy shout down the hallway even before she could see her. Two seconds later, Macy ran into the room, a sleeping bag tucked under one arm and a pillow under the other. “Am I late?”
“No, you’re right on time, Mace!” EJ grabbed the pillow from her friend and tossed it on the top bunk. “There, now it’s officially your bed.”
Mrs. Russell walked into the room, Macy’s big canvas gymnastics bag on her shoulder. “Here we go, Macy,” she said as she set the bag at the end of the bunk. “Good-bye, my love!” She pulled Macy in for a quick hug and kiss on her forehead.
“Aw, Mom!” Macy wiped off the kiss. “Have a good week. I love you. Tell Dad I love him, too. And tell Bryan not to touch my stuff while I’m at camp.” Bryan was Macy’s fifteen-year-old brother.
“Take care of Macy this week, EJ,” Mrs. Russell said as she walked toward the door. “You girls have a week full of memories!”
“We will, Mrs. Russell,” EJ called after her.
Our first and last time at camp
, EJ thought miserably.
In a matter of minutes, the remaining bunks in the room were claimed, and soon the last parents and siblings cleared out of the room after saying final good-byes. Sleeping bags and pillows of all colors topped each mattress, and girls were chattering and giggling and bouncing on beds while getting to know each other before camp officially started. EJ and Macy sat next to each other on Macy’s top bunk, their legs dangling over the side while they read through the camp booklet that explained the week.
They oohed and aahed as they read about swimming, jet skiing, horseback riding, canoeing, bumper boats, a candy store and soda fountain called the Snack Shack, archery, and the high ropes course and zip line. EJ wondered how they’d be able to fit so much awesomeness in one short week!
Just then, the
bong-bong-bong
of a bell sounded in the distance.
“There’s the bell, girls!” Susan said, checking her watch. “Head out to the hillside for the camp picture, and after that supper in the dining hall. Camp has officially started!”
“You boys in the front row—stop that tomfoolery!” the lanky, redheaded camp counselor named Gene yelled through a megaphone.
“Who is Tom Foolery, and how do we stop him?” The words coming out of Cory Liden’s mouth may have sounded like he was sassing the camp counselor, but EJ was actually wondering the same thing.
Gene, dressed in an orange Camp Christian T-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, white tube socks, tennis shoes, and a floppy fisherman’s hat, stood behind a camera on a tripod, glaring at the boys in the front row. The entire camp—about two hundred campers and counselors—stood on the hillside to get a group shot to commemorate the week. (Dad still had the photos from every week of church camp he attended. EJ loved looking at the faces in the crowd and making up stories about the particularly interesting-looking ones.) Gene had been trying to take the camp picture for the past ten minutes, but a group of boys in the front
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