I have so many amazing memories from last summer. Quite a few of them come from training week. So here are a couple of stories from training week.
It was on that first day at camp that we (the staff) went to the BARn, a nearby bar that had been converted into a bar for a fundraiser for camp. I remember much of what happened that first day at camp. I remember the trip to Walmart where Jensen (camping/fishing director) was able to win some dinosaurs in one of those claw games. Before I knew it, we were on our way to the BARn. I only barley knew my way around camp--and that was just the main camp area. I remember lots of dancing happening at the BARn. I knew we had been there for hours when we left the BARn, but it hadn't felt like we had been there as long as we were. It was just after 1 am when we arrived back at camp. There were a bunch of groans from tired staff as we arrived back on camp. I don't know if I groaned tiredly or not. But I do know that I had a thought that has stuck with me since then. My thought at that moment was "I'm home.". It was one of those thoughts that I didn't realize that I would have working at WBC.
I also have a funny memory from training week related to the game Apples to Apples. That's a memory that I won't go into. But after that moment, "That's my card!" become a saying that a group of us now laugh about. The third and final memory that I have from training week that sticks out to me is the game of football in the front lawn. Not everyone knew much about football. I was one of those people who knew stuff about football (THANKS DAD!). There was a lot of laughter during the game. What I didn't realize was that during training week I didn't miss home a single bit. I didn't even think about home. I didn't miss home most of the summer. It wasn't until the last couple weeks of camp that I missed home. I think that it was during training week that I found that I had made some great friends and that those friends were people that I have kept in touch with since then.
Here's the thing--camp did become home in a short period of time. When you spend 2.5 months living with the same people in the same place those people become friends/family and the place becomes home.