I have been wanting to blog for over a week now… with little to no inspiration. I think I found it though.
“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” – Dr. Seuss
Time flies faster than you can think. Suddenly that little girl you knew yourself to be is 21 years old with just a memory of what brought her here today.
Sometimes, in my mind, I am still the 8-10 year old girl who played all day at camp. Playing with the animals (new kitten hunting!), imagining things to be much different than they were (don’t you know bikes are horses and anywhere is a castle?), speaking pig latin thinking no one knew what we spoke of, barbies and dress up, star wars and lord of the rings, and quite honestly being the spoiled little “camp kid” that I was!
Being back in MI I have been able to go visit that very camp I did all those things at. It holds so many memories for me. It is however, not the camp I used to call home. This song always makes me cry because this camp was my “house”.
You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.
I never thought I could leave that place. Now it has been almost 9 years since we did. It still will always be the place that built me though.
While the camp is different I have been able to find a part of me that got lost a few years ago. The child side of me. The side that can still imagine life is a fairy tale. The side that can get the work done fast because there is a great big world waiting to be explored.
Having moved many times in my life that camp was more consistent than even any house we lived in. While some go back to the home they grew up in. I go back to the acres of woods, sand hills, waterfront, and cabins I grew up in. Every inch of it has a piece of me left there.
Life moves on and you have to let go of these things. I can’t hold onto the camp but I have to hold onto the memories of the place that built me. I would not be the now 21 year old I am if not for that place (and all the other places I have been in life and people I have known).
“Sometimes you will never know the value of something,until it becomes a memory.” – Dr. Seuss
Now, here I sit. With the rest of my life ahead. Officially past my childhood. I just hope I never forget the things my childhood has taught me. May we always live in “neverland”.
“To live will be an awfully big adventure.” – J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan