May 30, 1988

Staying in a rustic commune in New Hampshire where the most exciting thing we (the children) did was kneel beside the water and stay quiet and still until tadpoles and minnows swam into our open hands.

my mermaid heart was happy
 

My Waterfront Director years at summer camp.
I would go down to my waterfront and swim some laps. The mist would still be on the water and camp was still asleep. It was just me and the water surrounded by the still woods.

I do miss it but think of it fondly.

another fond camp memory
 

After posting about my early morning swims, I started thinking about my years working summer camp. Those are most definitely some of my fondset memories. But I find what stands out most are the moments I could find to be by myself amongst the hustle and bustle of all the kids and counselors.

Second in line down memory lane :
Going down to the stables. Smelling the hay and horses. I would tack up Diego and take him out on the trails for a bit. He was an old guy, but by far my favorite. I could get lost in my thoughts and just let him go where ever he wished. I would often take my boy Fruitcake with me and he would trot beside Diego with occasional sprints into the woods to chase some unknown sound.

I like this thread :)

My Grandmother and I rushing back to her house from a family gathering in progress because she just KNEW she left a pan on the stove, and walking into smoke thicker than pea soup! Holy Mother you should have seen us running through the house opening doors and windows, flapping our arms at all that horrid, stinky smoke..... The sight the two of us must have made!:seeingstars: