I went to camp for the first time when I was 5.  It was a day trip. It was too windy to canoe and I was so disappointed.  We had a big campfire and I was fascinated by the older girls and how they knew everything.  I wanted to be that…smart and funny and nice.

The next year, as a second-year Daisy, was the first time I spent the night at camp.  It was a big day. I got to go canoeing for the first time and I was excited. I went with my friend Rachel and her mom and we got around pretty well for it being our first time on the water.   I learned that I was happy on the water.

I’ve been to camp every year since.  Getting to canoe is something I’ve looked forward to, probably my favorite part of camp is getting out on the water.

Canoeing got easier as I got older,  I got stronger, I got taller. My partners changed.  I had to help teach a couple of people how to get themselves around the lake.

We learned to swamp canoes.  I was so excited for it to be my turn.  I remember seeing the older girls doing it from the dock.  I was excited but I was also nervous. We swamped but we couldn’t get back in so we had to swim it back to the dock.  It was frustrating, it was disappointing, but now it seems kind of funny. Since then, I’ve successfully swamped my canoe and got back in multiple times.  Once there was a group of little girls watching from the dock and they cheered us on. It made me realize that I was finally an ‘older girl’ and not a little kid.

Now that I’m older I go out on the water and I feel happy, calm, and free.  I like to paddle fast and go till we reach the end of the lake.

We’ve also helped pull little girls back to the beach when they can’t get their canoe back on their own.  A little rescue mission we call it.

It’s always fun.