This past weekend was our Camp Torenta reunion, a children's camp in Cadillac that I worked at for three summers. The feelings that I had during the weekend are almost indescribable, but I'll do my best. I've never had a supernatural experience, but I expect it would be like this. Walking through an empty camp, I could literally feel/see/hear all of the children running around playing and laughing. Memories came flooding back to me at every turn. Even my name is still inscribed in the cabin we stayed in from back in 1989. Walking into the camps lodge, I nearly lost my breath as I remembered all of the dances and activities taken place there. The lodge was always where the staff would meet after hours, too, to hang out and spend time together. The people I worked with there became a second family to me. To see and talk to everyone again was a great experience for me and my kids. Lily and Trevor had a great time at camp and I think I'll try to send them there in the next few years. It was great watching them participate in the activities I used to teach while working there. I think they may have another reunion in a couple of years, and I definitely will be going back. This is just one of those sacred places that will always represent some of the greatest moments of my life.
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