Yes, I'm volunteering at a summer camp; starting Monday I'll be the youngest one there . . . all the other councellors and CITs my age are gone. (They got green muck that smelled and looked liekfresh green barf poured on them . . . and one of them was stupid enough to get some on me too . . . stressed )
Anyways! Yes, volunteering, what fun. Little kids pulling at you; demanding piggybacks, the time, and anything else little kids are interested in; calling the kids several THOUSAND times before they actually do as they're told; a trio of siblings that constantly go through hissy fits; and of course, the camp tradition of "Storytime". I've been hailed as Ugly Witch, Evil Witch, and the like; Sammy Chinalocks; and Sammy White. Don't ask.
Missing and loving you lots, colf. Wish you were here. Have a good rest of the summer everyone!
Where's the rope that binds me,
The voice that calls me back?
Where's the love that finds me,
And what's the root I lack?
The voice that calls me back?
Where's the love that finds me,
And what's the root I lack?
~Last verse of Song of the Wanderer from the book Song of the Wanderer by Bruce Coville
