A List Maker's Life: Memories

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Memories

Gavin has spent the first two weeks of summer vacation attending the camp I went to as a child.  So much of it is just as it has always been. Just the way it should be.  His counselors are the grandchildren of the dear men and women who used to spend the days with the 8 year old version of me.

On the very first day Gavin made fast friends with the son of one of my favorite camp buddies. "Mom, I met a kid today at camp.  I asked him if we could be friends since we were going to be spending lots of time together.  He said, 'of course, we are already friends'."  


How did they know? I wonder if they also know on the last day of camp they will likely pledge to be friends for life.  They will hop in cars headed in different directions. They may write letters full of memories from now until September when they jump into the routines of the school year in different cities and different districts. Yet, next June they will likely find themselves back on the same hillside enjoying each other's company as if not a day has passed between them.

When he calls at night to tell me about his day I can smell the leather craft remnants on his hands. I feel the squish of the bottom of the pond. I hear the "splish splash!" of the River of Life. I imagine similar phone conversations in years to come when I might even admit that the only reason his momma took the same air riflery class he is taking is because that's where the cute boys hung out. duh!

What a joy to walk over the tracks, along the creek, and through the woods of my mind, just as he and his flip flops are forging their first summer camp trail.

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