the glory days.

i remember a beautiful time when every table in the dining hall, every chair in the multipurpose building, was full every week.
when there were four full units and four real cabin capers flags, and the colors were the same from year to year: purple for unit 1, gold for unit 2, green for unit 3, and blue for unit 4.
when every position on staff was filled, and(by what i could tell from my camper perspective), they loved each other. they were even allowed to visit the acteen cabins at night after they got their GAs in bed. we were always having fun night visitors.
if a cabin raised a hundred dollars for offering, the cabin leader wouldn't get a talking to about forcing her girls to give.
we didn't sing the same three songs over and over. we had so many that we actually looked forward to having time to sing them. and most of them had Jesus in them.
--Jesus is a rock
--bubblin' over(a different version than the one we sing at campfire now)
--i am a C
--oh you can't get to heaven
--walking in the light of God
and then there are non-Jesus-related ones that are dead too.
--waddley-atcha
--the apple verse from the banana song
--eight or nine verses of boom chicka boom
--the cit verse from i'm a long john
--annie mae

i still love the camp la vida i work at. but for the sake of this new generation of kids, i hope the camp la vida i went to as a camper comes back someday.