#mad camp

[a-fine-babe]

San Marino…

Man said the song took 5 minutes to write.

We can tell.

He seems fun though.

[cicada-swarm]

Assuming our application gets accepted, we are going to Mad Camp California! Would love to meet some other folks who are going :)

Mad Camp Summer California

Where we can all run wild

[bucketstories]

A Tale from Camp-My Name

Some of you may be rather confused by my title and name on this blog.  Well, it is a delightful story that I shall share with you.  

A long time ago, when I was a wee lad of twelve I went to camp for the first time.  I think it was twelve.  I actually had to stop and think about it for a second.  Well, I went to a church camp called Music, Arts and Drama camp.  I do love all three, so it was a natural attraction to sign up for this place.  My first year I went with my sister and some friends of ours, both siblings.  It is a wonderful place.  Though my sibling and friends did not, I went back to this camp for four more years afterwards.  It is a place very dear to my heart and something I hope to write more and more about.

Anyways, as you can very well guess, the name Bucket came from this place.  I suppose it all started when I was packing for camp.  I really didn't know how to pack when I was twelve.  I still don't know how to pack.  I had the bare essentials of what I needed and everything that was mentioned on the list of supplies.  Is that how you pack, because experience has told me otherwise.  I am the youngest of four so I look up to my brothers and sister for direction whenever I can.  Notably, my oldest brother got a hat very similar to this:

  from NASA.  It was only natural that I follow his lead and wear a hat just like it.  Besides, it is a camping hat anyways, isn't it?  I found a hat just like it, though it wasn't the NASA one, and jammed it on my head prior to exiting my house.  That's a good packing tip.  If you feel like grabbing one last item before walking out the door, do it.  Unless it's a bad idea.  Then don't do it.

As it turns out, this was a very good idea.  Upon arriving at camp, I quickly discovered that I, and my companions, were among the younger at camp.  The age group extended from middle school to high school.  I had never been in such a group before.  There were people from all over the state, from all ages, that I didn't know.  So, needless to say, in the beginning, I was a bit shy.  That is why I welcomed compliments about my hat.  In that first day at camp, a counselor called it a bucket hat and the name stuck.  My name was Bucket from then on.

I do love the hat and the nickname.  I have worn that hat every year I've gone to camp.  I don't actually wear it any other time of year.  It's something special.  And no one outside of camp really calls me Bucket.  It's a nice way of greeting camp friends I haven't seen in a long time.  It's like a code word.  I bet spies feel the same way when they hear a code word.

"... Isis."

"Hello, friend!"

When I am not at camp, the hat is on my bedpost.  Just a happy reminder.  My other bedpost is wearing a fedora.  So, now you know the origin of my tumblr name.  And to my friends from camp who are reading this: Thank you for my nickname.

[thought-is-suspect]

I love my campers!!

I went to see three of my campers dance in The Nutcracker tonight. One of them invited me, but none of them actually expected me to come. It was an hour and a half drive, but it was worth it to see how excited they were. They freaked out when they saw me! They kept telling me how much it meant to them that I was there, and that they could believe I had actually come. The show was great, they are all so talented! Afterward, I saw them again and gave them each a rose. They seemed so happy. That's the thing you don't expect about being a counselor. The feeling if someone looking up to you and admiring you. It is both strange and incredible. I love Camp.