i think what i loved most about camps was the conversation late at night. to be able to sort of suddenly be comfortable with confiding in strangers that you met just the day before. to all share in the same experience of swatting mosquitoes, talking to yourself and muttering "go away go away" to mosquitoes in dreams, for everyone in the tent to decide that it's too hot and then get a groundsheet, lie on the grass and look up at the stars. the comfortable silence shared amongst strangers who are nearly friends is pretty spectacular. everyone is sort of in their own bubble, thinking about whatever they wish. i remember looking at the person next to me, wondering if they are drifting off to sleep or if they were simply enjoying the cool night air:)
the next day we'd have a campfire and do silly things like dance around it. the camaraderie which we share is always instant, uninhibited joy. the phenomenon of suddenly being so comfortable with strangers who are nearly friends is probably something only experienced at camps. :)
the way an unfamiliar environment brings people together is pretty amazing. :)
the next day we'd have a campfire and do silly things like dance around it. the camaraderie which we share is always instant, uninhibited joy. the phenomenon of suddenly being so comfortable with strangers who are nearly friends is probably something only experienced at camps. :)
the way an unfamiliar environment brings people together is pretty amazing. :)
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