I've noticed that people usually assume that I'm some weird hybrid between a cheerleader and a Girl Scout when I tell them I used to be a camp counselor. And now that I think about it, that's probably not too far off. After all, I've spent countless hours shouting my enthusiasm for random things while surrounded by trees, so it's a fair assessment. Though, now that I'm an adult with a kid of my own, it's apparent that much of what you learn from camp counseling prepares you for parenthood in a major way. And I'm even talking beyond the obvious reason of, you know, having practice caring for kids.
Admittedly, I tend to be overly nostalgic (what's more fun than rehashing our '80s-'90s girl past?), but I'm especially attached to my summer camp days. Some of my best friends to this day are from camp, some of my favorite teenage memories are from camp, and I still find myself relying on some of skills that came from camp. I mean, you might not think that identifying edible and non-edible berries is really all that useful when you live in a city, but it's nice knowing I'm set if I'm ever lost out in the woods on a random Saturday. And, there's plenty more to it than just plant labels and getting kids to quickly and efficiently learn the words to a cabin cheer. Allow me to share: