Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Coincidences :: Essays Papers
Coincidences ââ¬Å"Hurry Taylor, weââ¬â¢re late sweetie.â⬠ââ¬Å"But Mom, Iââ¬â¢ve gotta make sure I have everything!â⬠Taylor screams in a whiny voice. The day Iââ¬â¢ve been dreading has finally arrived. My oldest daughter is leaving for the summer to work as a camp counselor. Sheââ¬â¢s working at the same camp that I worked at when I was 16. ââ¬Å"Mom!! I canââ¬â¢t find my adidas, HELP ME.â⬠Yells Taylor, sounding like sheââ¬â¢s in a state of emergency. ââ¬Å"Sweetie, theyââ¬â¢re already in the van, you packed them this morning.â⬠I replied. ââ¬Å"Dad! Are you coming? Weââ¬â¢re leaving in five minutes.â⬠Taylor screams in excitement. Dressed in faded overalls, with her hair pulled up and tied back with a bright yellow ribbon, she looks so grown up -- so mature. Iââ¬â¢ve never been more nervous. What am I going to do without my baby all summer? Whoââ¬â¢s going to keep my fashion sense in line? Whoââ¬â¢s going to watch Felicity with me? Ahh! She canââ¬â¢t leave me! ââ¬Å"Ya know mom, Iââ¬â¢m gonna miss being home this summer, Iââ¬â¢ll come home during the five week break and Iââ¬â¢ll call you as much as I can.â⬠Taylor looks at me with true sincerity. Tears are filling my eyes, I canââ¬â¢t show her my weakness. I quickly change the subject. Thereââ¬â¢s the sign, ââ¬Å"YMCA CAMP WEWA, 5 MILES.â⬠ââ¬Å"Jamie, look at this place. Nothing has changed. It seems like we were just here yesterday.â⬠Jake mentions as he rolls his window down. Taylor quickly perks up in her seat; her eyes open wide with excitement. Sheââ¬â¢s been going to this camp since she was eight years old. This will be her first year as a counselor. I can remember my first year. Summer of 1969, the best summer of all. It was the summer I met my husband. I was the counselor of the Washoe cabin, and he kept the boys of the Witchita cabin in line. I can remember those sparkling days like they were yesterday. June 6, 1969â⬠¦ Iââ¬â¢m finally here. The cabin is desolate now, but in about an hour itââ¬â¢s going to resemble a can of sardines. Thirteen girls each bringing two or more bags and seven bunk beads all shoved into a small wooden cabin. What a mess it will be. Itââ¬â¢s noon, the first set of camperââ¬â¢s drive up to the cabin.
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