Girls Camp

For one week of every summer since I was 12 years old, I attended "girls camp." This camp is put on by the Young Women's department of my church. The purpose of which is to get away from the world, bond with other girls and ideally God. This year was quite different for me. This year I was returning to camp, not as a girl, but as Young Women's President of the Hollywood ward. 

Here is me at camp, age 15

(Cut me some slack, it was the mid 90s and I was listening to Beck's Mellow Gold album on repeat)

I was captivated by the girl with the blue hair so I made her my friend. We went swimming, and that's when I noticed a swastika scared into her upper arm. Naturally I asked her how it came about but that is her story to tell. These were the type of girls I've always sought out as friends, completely out of control, yet still attending church camp?? Torn individuals to say the least. I guess I was attracted to the opposing energy within them. I liked not knowing what was coming next.

I found a tiny picture of me in a canoe wearing a red bathing suit from the 60s with cutoff boyscout pants and a vintage life vest. Talk about Moonrise Kingdom. I guess little has changed in terms of my taste in clothing.

Here are some shots from this years camp. 

(Lisa and I with the girls from our ward)

(Getting crafty)

(A baby mouse that was inevitably fed to the ranger's pet snake)

How did camp with girls from inner-city Los Angeles differ from any other experience I've had in the past? I'll answer that with a few scenarios from this trip.

1. Many of them did not know how to swim. 

2. Most of them wore short shorts and tank tops v. knee length shorts and sleeved shirts. 

3. One diva brought 6 pairs of shoes in her rolling luggage bag and 2 sequins throw pillows. 

4. One girl kept asking for alcohol wipes from the first aid kit to clean her septum piercing. 

5. One girl asked for something harder than Advil to sooth her cramps. (Someone has been in their mother's medicine cabinet)

6. The girls from the Korean ward were hilarious. Every time someone would miss the archery target, they would say (with a stereotypical Asian accent), "You do dishonor to your family!"

These girls have suffered trials I could never fathom at that age. I have a deep love and respect for each one of them. I am so grateful to be able to get to know them individually.