It was an all-boys camp. Not too far from the highway but far enough that it was a world all its own. We all felt it, we knew it; we were a thousand miles from everything. The bell, its familiar tone was the only thing to carry across the tree tops. The lake, although I am sure there were houses across or around it, was our own. We probably could have even seen them from the beach but we weren’t looking. Or maybe the girls from our sister camp, and their counselors and waterfront staff, were the only ones who shared our stretch of nirvana-like beach. I think I noticed them because there weren’t any girls in our universe, no women to speak of. I am sure that there were female counselors… actually I am not sure. I can’t remember, all the counselors have faded away; except for two.
I remember MY counselors. Yes, MY counselors. They were mine, and ours, in the cabin. I remember our CIT as well. Even though I was there for two summers, well, two mini-sessions during two consecutive summers, all else has melted away. Perhaps it was the continuity of being in the same cabin or seeing some of the same boys but it has...