It's Father's Day.
I called Dad this morning and we had a really nice talk. He's getting ready to go to "summer camp," and I found out something I'd never known.
He went to summer camp as a kid for two weeks. Once.
He went by train from Knoxville, TN to Hendersonville, NC to Camp Judea, well, it was Camp Judea before there was an actual camp site, so they were housed at Camp Blue Star, he and several of his friends from Knoxville.
He never went back, but it wasn't a lack of interest, it just wasn't an option that was offered, and he didn't ask. His family didn't have a lot of extra to spend, and he was grateful to have the experience.
When I was 10 years old, I went to what became Camp Judea in Hendersonville, NC. I was there for four weeks. I plotted to run away nearly every day of that month. Different times, different children, different experiences.
I'm so glad my parents decided to have a third kid. I am I lucky to have my dad.
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