Fear Camp

I enjoy sekrits.

I have a sekrit as of right now, but it's not so much a sekrit as something we're keeping on the dl for a bit. And now that you're wondering what it is...

WHAT TO BE AFRAID OF AT CAMP (an idea taken from MJ's what to be afraid of in summer. http://maureenjohnson.blogspot.com/search?q=what+to+be+afraid+of+in+summer scroll a bit to find it.)

The Lake:
There is a good reason to fear the lake, and I will tell it to you in a story. You see, it was Lakeview Buddy day, where we play at the lake with little children, and I was on the bananaboat and my buddy was on the dock, because she was too scared. So my friend Laura and I are laughing and having fun, the water is splashing us and we're taking turns too quickly. The person on the speedboat in front of us did a move where they come up next to the boat, and zoom off in the opposite direction, whipping us around. Understandably, this is called whiplash. I didn't even know he was doing it, I didn't see it coming! But sure enough, I was the only person on the boat to go flying about five feet in the air and into the water. It was colder than the heart of a mean eskimo, but the shock was the worst thing...until...what was that? Against my foot? Was that what I think that was? I bobbed up above the surface, spit out some nasty lake water and about cried. "I think I touched a fish!!!" It was awful.

Stay out of the lake.

The Bathrooms:
Yes, another story. After dark, the boys restroom up on the hill becomes girls restroom. It wasn't quite dark yet but we figure, hey, they should all be down at their cabins anyway. So we start to shower in the boy's bathroom. (For the record, it is a rule that you have to shower in a "swimming costume." (LORI!)) And then a boy walks in.

"Holy Crap! Are there CHICKS IN HERE???"
Me: Yes! Get out! *lies* After five it's a girls bathroom!
Him: I didn't know that! *pulls aside curtain* Are you going to tell?
Friend of mine: Shut the curtain!
Him: *pulls it wider* Promise not to tell?
Me: Only if you leave RIGHT NOW.
Him: Wow, chicks in here! Five, huh?
Me: *grabs shampoo bottle* Shampoo hurts like a bitch when it's in your eyes. *is poised to shoot*
Friend: Leave! *yanks curtain shut*
Him: *opens curtain* Promi-
Me: *squirts*
HIm: I'm going! I'm going!

Fear the bathrooms.

The Food:
The Orange juice is green. 'nuff said.

The Thunderstorms:
Picture this... three girls and a crewie up at the graveyard when a very sudden and loud thunderstorm breaks out. The graveyard is up on a huge hill, and the trail to get down is suddenly muddier and slicker than ever before. At one part if you were to fall and slip, you'd go over the cliff and die a horrible death on the rocks below. You are wearing really really cool jeans. You do not want to muddy the really really cool jeans. It's about a quarter mile hike back to the creek that you'll have to cross, and then an awful hill up the other side and then an even larger, yet easier hill to your cabin. You are cold. You are wearing a white t-shirt.

Fear the Thunderstorms, please.

But don't get me wrong, camp is my favorite place on Earth. It just scares the crap outta me.