Camping Humor (Girl Style)
I’ve just had the best time reminiscing about my own girls’ camp experiences. I might even try to dig up some pictures to show my kids. Back then I was a fun, congenial, pratical-joke playing girl, and maybe I could be that way now. What changes from point A to point B that makes a person settle down so . . . . far?
You may think that bathroom humor is only for boys, but I can tell you that camping girls can get into it, too. When I was 13, the other girls my age and I would play jokes on each other. We had a single wooden outhouse without a door latch. You just turned over the sign that said occupied and prayed that whoever was outside wouldn’t burst in on you. But of course they did. If you went to camp with a modicum of modesty and dignity, it was completely shattered by the end of camp.
This one year one year it was a practical joke to FLING open the door and photo the unsuspecting (sort of) soul on the pot. I have pictures of two of my friends shaking their fingers at me, and one of me frantically trying to tuck my shirt in my pants.
In the photo I have on my huge 1970s glasses that take up my whole face. I am wearing (another sort of) gray cords and a plaid shirt. I look like I weigh about 90 pounds. Wow. The pictures are fuzzy, probably because of the speed at which they were taken. I remember my mother being flabergasted that I would do such a thing after closely examining the photos.
Of course she said she neverwould have participated in such a thing. She probably told me she never even went to girl’s camp. After thinking back on my experience, I am not surprised by anything I might see in my own daughter’s camp pictures. Well, almost anything.
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