Lazy shadows cast by the noon day sun rippled gently as the wind sifted through the grass. After the rumble and roar of one of our fullest weeks of camp (250 campers) the serenity of a Saturday seemed to saturate every bone and ligament of my body.
I sat outside at the best picnic bench at camp with my friends Derek, Abby, and John. The only sound was John playing the Ukelele and our cheerful banter. We took turns recommending songs for John to strum as Abby and I made bracelets. After an hour of this beautiful relaxation we decided to do something active before tackling work (most of us had been procrastinating with school-related assignments). So we dashed up to the soccer field which is the highest location at camp. We tossed around the frisbee, us girls tried and failed to learn forehand throwing, and the guys attempted to fling the frisbee with their feet and throw it between their legs. We spread farther and farther apart so eventually we were chucking it with all of our strength and we were having to sprint after wayward tosses.
Abby then had the brilliant idea to take advantage of the fact that Derek had all the camp keys. So we walked up to the archery field and broke into the shack that held the bow and arrows, the tomahawks, and the blow darts. We all had our area of expertise. Abby was a boss with the blow darts and she declared it her weapon of choice if she was in a survival situation. John not only was the only one who actually managed to get the tomahawks to stick in the wood, he was really talented at it, and Derek and I had the best shots in archery.
It's not like we did anything incredibly special but that Saturday was so perfect. It undoubtably numbers among some of my favorite moments of the summer.
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