There is right and there is wrong, I have NEVER been wrong.
John WatersI felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.
Armistead MaupinAs we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.
Brad HerzogTag: nostalgia memory aging camp
What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.
Bill BrysonTag: funny true camping shit hiking bear camp attack trail appalachia
Hello possums!
Dame Edna EverageTag: camp
Percy: I’ll walk down to the cabins and Connor and Travis are stealing stuff from the camp store, and Silena is arguing with Annabeth trying to give her a new makeover, and Clarisse is still sticking the new kids’ head into the toilets. It’s nice that some things never change.
Rick RiordanTag: funny normal everyone camp
It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.
Rick RiordanTag: rome greek blood neptune son jupiter percy camp jackson half
So we're getting close to suggesting that camp is both the opposite of cool and a refinement of it. Camp and cool both have an element of not-caring, of disdain for the ordinary. The difference is that cool implies a lack of conscious effort, whereas camp is about putting everything you've got into it. Either you love something too much (much more than it's "worth", so the stereotypical anorak-wearing Doctor Who fan and the Barry Manilow cultist are both manifestations of this, at least to the outside world), or you're given to going over the top. Or you do both at once, in many cases. Both phenomena are examples of people fashioning an identity for themselves, and if you're reading this book then you must know people like that. Cool is not caring, camp is actively defiant.
Tat WoodTag: identity cool doctor-who camp
By this time, the camp was cleared, and the newly pitched tents looked like softly glowing globes, the light from lamps inside turning the tent skins to warm gold.
C.S. PacatTag: camp captive-prince
But we left camp after a while and we was driving in a real spooky place cause all the roads up near camp are dark and in the woods and we had to drive for a while to get to a highway cause there was no street lights or anything and nothing but woods and my dad asked me if I had a good time and I told him I did, but that’s really a lie and I felt like telling him what it was like at that mean old camp, but I thought he’d get mad and tell me I’m making it up and I thought I’d tell him some other time like Febuary and cause I didn’t think he’d believe me anyway, but so I changed my mind and then I thought I should tell him now cause he’ll wonder howcome I never told him sooner, so when he said that’s a nasty gash and when he said what did I do, stumble on the trail and hit a big rock or something? I told him no and I told him that lots of bad things happened to me at camp and that I never want to go there again cause I hate it and I almost cried. But he said I always had a bibid emigination cause he’s sure it wasn’t that bad! And I don’t know about those big words either, but what he said made me kind of mad cause grownups always think they know what happened to you better than you do yourself.
Timothy Victor RichardsonTag: humor boys family childhood funny child family-relationships initiation camp grownups frightening childhood-memories
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