Five-year camper, Molly, wrote an article featured in the March 2015 Summer Camp Issue of Fast Forward, a publication written by kids, for kids, about coming to Gold Arrow Camp for the first time!
Molly writes about her feelings leading up to camp and when she arrived at GAC for the first time. We love watching campers return from year to year! This will be Molly’s fifth summer at GAC (blanket year!), and it’s fun watching her develop into an independent, outgoing, fun, and dynamic leader in her cabin group.
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When I first heard the word “sleep away camp” I got chills down my spine. Weeks of packing and every second I was scared. Gone from home for two weeks? I didn’t think I could do that. I was excited, then scared, then excited again. I didn’t know how to feel.
When our car pulled into camp all the butterflies in my stomach flew away. The wood sign with the words “Welcome to Gold Arrow Camp” was all I needed. All the negative feelings left as I hopped out of the hot, smelly car, into the lovely, pine-smelling wilderness.
As I walked down the path leading to camp I thought how much fun I was going to have. Holding my pillow in one hand and my backpack on my back, I walked into a cheering Gold Arrow Camp. Counselors and campers were cheering and smiling and clapping. I looked for the kids holding up a “Cabin 13” sign, the cabin I had been assigned to. A short, smiling brown-haired counselor came up to me and said, “Hi! Are you Molly? I’m Sconnie! I’m going to be your counselor this session! Welcome!” I felt so happy. Sconnie introduced me to a tall, red-haired counselor named Irie, and Beeper, a tall brown-haired counselor.
Gold Arrow Camp was everything you could imagine but 100 times better. It had everything from amazing food to mini-motorboating and ziplining. Every time I was homesick, which was rarely because I was having so much fun, my counselors would comfort me until I was smiling again. Two weeks didn’t feel like enough time at camp. Time flies by when you’re having fun, they always say.
When the day came where I was packing up all my stuff, all I wanted to do was sit down and cry. I wanted to cry because I didn’t want to leave camp. Gold Arrow Camp had become my second home.