Prologue:
Throughout my many summers spent at Camp Ramah,
I have had many amazing, crazy, and funny experiences. My name is Janna. I am sixteen years old, and have been going
to Camp Ramah since I was very young. When I was around twelve years old, my family
moved from New Jersey, to Hockessin, Delaware. I loved my new home, but I really missed my
friends. For two summers I was not able
to go to back to camp because of the circumstances. When I was fourteen I reconnected with many
of my childhood friends from camp. With
much thought, I decided I did not want to spend another summer without
them. I ultimately convinced my parents
that I simply must go back to summer camp, and they finally agreed! At last, the summer arrived. It was the summer going into my first year of
high school. I remember arriving the
first day of camp, and seeing so many welcoming, and familiar faces. I immediately saw my friend Max, who I hadn’t
seen in almost three years. She was so
excited to see me and we embraced. I was
pretty upset that we weren’t in the same bunk together, but we ended up hanging
out with one another the whole summer.
The next summer, to both our excitement, Max and I were assigned to the
same bunk. We had such a fantastic
summer full of amazing memories, and friends.
Tale:
Here begins the camper’s tale. It was visiting day, summer 2012. It was an amazing day, being reunited with my
family for a few hours. My mother
surprised me as well as the rest of my bunk with a special gift: an inflatable
swimming pool. My best friend Max was
one of the most excited out of everyone.
Max and I were determined that right after all of the parents left we
would get this thing up and running no matter what. Our first order of business was to fill it
with air. We set it behind our bunk and
Max and I found two mouthpieces and began blowing. We blew air into the rubber mouthpieces like
there was no tomorrow. Straining our
lungs was the least of our problem. Our
goal was to make this happen. Suddenly
we heard the sound of a golf cart driving.
It was our division head, Arielle.
She took one look at us and said, “this is hilarious, you girls are too
funny!” She told us it was a great idea,
but we’re going to pass out if we continue blowing it up by mouth. She told us to go on a hunt around camp to
find a basketball pump or something. So
our journey began. Max and I began a
crazy run around camp in search of a ball pump.
Our first stop was the tennis sports shack. We figured since it was next to a basketball
court, we’d get lucky. We were
unfortunately wrong. No ball pump
there. We continued our search as we ran
around camp. We soon came to the nature
shack, we had a strong feeling they would have one. Outside, we saw one of the staff members,
some random kid who went to school with Max and graduated this past year. Max ran up to him, begged him for an air
pump, but he told her he didn’t have one either! At long last, we found a person on sports
staff, who found us a tiny hand-pump. We
knew it would take long, but it would be so worth it! We raced back to our bunk where we continued
to blow up the pool, me pumping with our newly found air pump, and Max blowing
on the mouthpiece. For the next three
hours or so, numerous girls from our bunk took turns blowing up the pool with
our air pump. Slowly, but surely, the
pool was completely inflated! We were
extremely excited! Our next task as you
might imagine, was filling it with water.
My whole bunk helped out. We took
water bottles, and buckets of all shapes and sizes and ran in and out of the
bathroom using the sink to fill our containers.
We would take the water, run outside and pour it into the pool and then
ran back inside to refill. This process
took about another hour. Once it was
done everyone changed into their swimsuits and were ready to party. Everyone who passed by thought we were
completely insane, but we didn’t care!
We proved to them that with teamwork and patience we could get anything
done, no matter how insane it is. This
definitely was an extremely memorable moment of my experiences at summer camp
that I will never forget.
HERE ENDS THE CAMPER’S
TALE
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