By: Former camper Hannah
I practically grew up at Camp George. My mom was on faculty, so I would spend half of each summer at camp until I was 8 years old. I still remember what it was like to be sitting at the edge of the lake, or doing arts and crafts, or being a day camper, but even more special than that was my experience as a camper.
I was a camper for two years, and in only two years I made some amazing friends who I keep in contact with even when camp isn’t in session!
Something I like about Camp George is that wherever you go, you can trust someone to be there. If I got homesick, the camper care team was around. If I was sad, there was always someone there to make me feel better. If I was lonely, well, I was never lonely, because I was with my camp friends the whole time!
Sometimes, in school, I could be talking to a friend about a Jewish holiday, and they just wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t be able to relate to it. But at Camp George, everyone around me could relate. Everyone was Jewish!
I’ve seen people come and I’ve seen them go. I know what it’s like to come and be welcomed by friends, and I know what it’s like to have to leave them. It’s always painful going, but it makes coming back so much sweeter. I’ll always have memories swirling around in my head of singing at a campfire, playing games with my friends in the cabin, and leading Shabbat services outside.
However, I think what I like best about camp is the truth that at Camp George, you can always know that no matter what you look like, what you sound like, or what you act like, camp is a place where you truly belong.