A Trip Down Memory Lane, Part 1

I know, it's been a while since I have posted. All of my time has been spent trying to catch up on all of Supa Supreme's posts on her blog site. Now I'm ready to begin posting again.

I took an interesting trip last Sunday. I received a call from my friend Emily Sunday afternoon asking if I wanted to ride down to the booming metropolis of Enterprise, AL with her and a couple of others to visit Camp Wiregrass . Her brother was serving as the director that week and her sister, Ginger, was the nurse. I was in a funky mood that day and knew that a trip with Emily, Leigh, and Loren would definitely cheer me up. So I climbed into the van with them and headed down south.

I had not stepped foot on the grass of Camp Wiregrass for 23 years. I spent several weeks during my youthful summers at Wiregrass and the memories began to flood as I returned. The singing was kind of dry that evening at chapel and the kids didn't seem to really be into the time of worship. However, I realized that I was the exact same way when I was their age sitting on those benches. To be honest, my main reasons for going to camp were to make new friends and meet some pretty girls as opposed to growing closer to God. I now realize that the counselors had more of the spiritual purpose in mind and that's why they were there to lead and counsel. I remember having counselors such as Ross Mitchell, Matt Elliott , and Joy (McFarlin) Boreland when I was a camper. It's so weird seeing who they are now and realizing they were not that much older than I was at that time...but I sure did look up to them (not that I don't look up to them now).

Sitting in chapel that Sunday night, I saw the exact spot on the side wall where I passed out on skit night. It was the last night of camp and I was the star of our skit (at least in my own eyes). My parents were there and I was ready to put on a show. I was feeling a little sick right before I went on stage, even to the point of having to squat down and hold my stomach in a hot sweat. I completely forgot about it during the skit. We pulled it off without a hitch and received deafening laughter at the end. I went around and sat on the wall to watch the other skits and began to feel a little dizzy. The next thing I know, I'm lying on the ground and hear people calling my name but I can't see anyone. I very slowly regain my vision and they rush me to the hospital in Enterprise. Evidently, I had hit my head pretty hard b/c my pupils were dilated. The doctor recommended I be transported to Montgomery. I never had a chance to go back to camp to say my goodbyes. And this was the one year when I went to the banquet with the girl that I had my eyes on the entire week. Jamie Thomas was awesome and I didn't even get a chance to hug her, much less steal a sweet kiss to end the week. Anyway, that's life.

We left between 8:30 and 9:00 and headed home. It was a nice trip down memory lane. It was also an enjoyable time with some good friends. I feel blessed to have gone on this trip. Thanks for the "invite", Emily. Another trip down memory lane will take place next weekend at my 20 year high school reunion. Wow...I'm starting to get depressed so I'll sign off. I'll let you know how the reunion goes.