I’m a girl that spent my entire childhood living overseas, and started as a camper at Singing Hills when I was 10. We went with our good family friends, the Andersons, who had once been our neighbors in Corpus Christi. For the next 8 years, I enjoying moving through every summer afterwards (except the one dreadful summer where we missed our much sought-after Session 2 registration).
Camp was my “American” experience, since I spent my childhood as an expat child living primarily in Jakarta, Indonesia. During my summers at Laity, I made friends, found pen pals (these were the days before email), explored my faith and created relationships that have lasted a lifetime. I was able to see the best side of faith and the foundational role God plays in strengthening our lives.
In all my years at camp, I never had a “camp boyfriend”—I much more enjoyed making friendship bracelets, learning how to feather bangs or hang out with everyone at the Sugar Shack. Every summer I took away a new mug full of signatures. I talked about camp all year and found such joy in having LLYC to look forward to every summer.
The summer after Cabin I, I was excited to be accepted to be part of Work Crew—even more grateful that they understood I would be a few days late because my school in Indonesia didn’t end until after work week had begun. I remember walking into the break room and immediately seeing the most handsome guy, with the sweetest smile and adorable dimple. He was sitting on an old mustard yellow recliner and I instantly drawn to him.