Actually, this is both my sisters.
Beth is the little Scottish maiden with the awesome white-man's overbite.
Amy is the one with the side pony.
I went to camp with my sisters and my friend Susie when I was about 12. Susie thought she was SO cool because she got to bring her sister's "fashion" cowboy boots and they had super high heels. Honestly, I was a little jealous at first because I had what my mom called "practical" cowboy boots, until I saw Susie walking around with her knees bent to keep herself from toppling over forward. THAT had to be tiresome, but she wouldn't admit it.
My horse was named Tomahawk and he was a real jerk. On the trail rides he tried to brush me off whenever he saw a low-hanging branch, even if it wasn't technically on the trail. When I had his stall all cleaned up and the shovel and rake put away he took a huge dump and it wasn't just a coincidence because he did it every single day. We never really bonded. I sometimes wonder what happened to old Tomahawk. My sister Beth had a horse named Joharra and she told me she fell off of it once. I never heard of a kid falling off a horse at Little Elk Ranch but she said it was more of a slow motion slide in the saddle because she didn't tighten the straps enough.
We slept in huge bunkhouses with about 15 or 20 girls to a room and a counselor. One time the counselors were all off somewhere together and we got pretty rowdy in our room and someone had a maxi-pad (scandalous for the middle-school set) and she stuck it on one of the blades of the ceiling fan. At the time, I thought that was about the most hilarious thing I had ever seen anyone do. Now it's not that big a deal. (I have a pad on my fan right now and I'm not even cracking a smile.)
You know what wasn't fun about camp? The craft room. It was hot and stinky and the crafts sucked ass. I only did crafts once. I made a Native-American style choker with beads but it broke right away because I didn't tie the end-knot well enough. Swimming was also a bit of a drag because I was a really good swimmer and we were only allowed to go up to about waist deep in a tiny roped off area of a big lake. You know what else sucks? Flag football. I knew I would hate it but the counselors made us try everything once. Having a boy you don't know who's faster and stronger than you chase you and rip off a piece of clothing is not very fun. It was like stranger-rape practice for everyone. Not cool.
The rodeo at the end of the week was a blast. Parents and grandparents came and we had events that we participated in. I don't remember what Tomahawk and I did but I'm sure it was mediocre (thanks a lot, Tomahawk!) Everyone got ribbons and then we went home.
Does anyone go to camp anymore? Did you go?