
Summer camp ended in a tide of tears and goodbyes. I am free, for a fortnight.
Two weeks, more than 1100 photos, countless hours and agnostic prayers.
Now it’s time for a little traveling.

Summer camp ended in a tide of tears and goodbyes. I am free, for a fortnight.
Two weeks, more than 1100 photos, countless hours and agnostic prayers.
Now it’s time for a little traveling.

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August 1st, 2007 at 1:26 am
awwwwww! you touched that kids life. awesome. be safe, and don’t forget to at least look at the next mornings train times if you are going to sleep in the station.
“i’ve got 6 hours until the 808 comes in, leave me be!”
August 1st, 2007 at 2:38 am
I really like the picture. The poor kid…When I was young I used to be baffled by the emotions that other kids displayed when leaving camp or at the end of school. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough…
I hope you have a great time traveling!
August 1st, 2007 at 7:12 am
When I was a teenager and worked at summer camp I would say, “WTF?” when I looked at all the crying campers and counselors.
At the above tear-fest I was a little choked up. Perhaps it was thoughts of my absent wife, or exhaustion, or the music my partner-in-crime had selected with the goal of making everyone cry.
August 1st, 2007 at 7:16 am
I understand the missing the wife thing. I’m crying for you on that one. I couldn’t do it…
August 1st, 2007 at 7:22 am
Certain music has a way of bringing on tears, but I was tearing up just looking at the photo.
Just call me sentimental. Or something.
August 1st, 2007 at 7:39 am
first day at Romper College, pre-k, i held on the rail that led into the entrance, they couldn’t pry me off until my mom finally pulled away from the school. ugh.
come end of the year, during the class photo, i am sitting on the teacher’s lap.
i don’t know what was worse the first or last day of school.
August 1st, 2007 at 7:57 am
I couldn’t cry. Not being the boss. Big loss of face.
Robin: The music was a famous Chinese tune that is played when tears need to be evoked.
Fish: From a teachers perspective the first day, week, and month are the worse. The last day is the best. From my student days I remember having butterflies in my stomach on the first days. Uncomfortable.