Church Camp

At this time every year from the time I was in sixth through twelveth grade, I would look forward to going to church camp.

No, I did not go to Falls Creek (although that would be the epitome of awesome). From sixth through eighth grade, I went to Tiger Mountain; from ninth through twelveth, I went to Camp Bond in Tishomingo. Ahh, good times.

I remember:

1.) People tying other people's unmentionables (including mine...don't ask) to the flagpole and singing the Star Spangled Banner.
2.) At Camp Bond, the campers would gather around the flagpole every morning for devotional. We would sing the Youth Remix of "Head and Shoulders": "Head and Shoulders, Suave and Rave..."
3.) At both camps, getting caught with your elbows on the table is open invitation to be serenaded and forced to walk around the tables. (I had to do it several times.)
4.) At Bond, the boy's cabins would often yell cabin cheers at each other ("Uh, whatever!" "3-A!", etc.)
5.) At Bond, the Wednesday was spent swimming at Blue River. Or, in my case, standing on the sidelines being afraid of being bit by a copperhead. (Snakes scare me, for some reason.)

I'll share more memories later...now I must go meet my friends in the city. Bockhold out! :-)