I DO remember that we ran out of noodles on the first night of camp last year, and that about 20 people had to wait for us to make more. And I remember two years ago when I accidentally dumped racks of sandwiches on the ground, and I remember the year before that when one young guy fainted at the sight of his own blood when he cut himself with a knife. That reminds me of another time when I chopped off the tip of my own finger and the skin was only hanging there because it was still connected to my fingernail, which wasn't completely severed at the other end of the nail... I have lots of memories, just not of missing my computer. Maybe that should tell me something. It's a wonder they let me come back every year, but I guess it's hard to find volunteers to run a kitchen for a week. Desperation is working to my advantage in this case.
I hope you all are having a lovely summer. Wish me a safe, happy, smooth week of camp!