Camp Alohny

I can’t remember how to spell it…. but when I was a kid, I went to day camp in California when I was staying with my dad for the summer.  There was a son about it… “We welcome you to Camp Alohny we’re mighty glad you’re here…. we’ll sing you in we’ll sing you out and we will give a might shout! Hail! Hail! The gang’s all here and we welcome you to Alohny!”

I can’t believe I can remember it.  My brothers and sister went too.  I just remember because they were older than me, and too cool for camp. So, they made up their own version of the song: “Camp Alohny, it’s a bunch of bologna. I don’t care what you say, I hate it every day.”  It was quite perfect since Alohny rhymed with bologna. I liked it at camp, but I never told them because they would have made fun of me. ha!

Emily is at camp this week.  I suspect her adventure and fun at camp is much different than mine.  She is overnight for a whole week.  With a bunch of friends, some old some new, some soon to become friends.  My older girls went to camp when they were younger too, and had fantastic experiences.

It’s quiet around the house this week though with no eleven year old to entertain.  And the house is staying a bit more picked up without notebooks and toys and games strewn all over the place.

Emily… we miss you.  Have fun at camp!