I'm happy to be here. So very happy. I was going to leave. Can you imagine the sorrow that would have caused? Silver Bear is the only place that I’ve ever felt like I belonged. If the others can’t see that, then they need to really start looking around. Maybe they need new eyes. And if they can’t feel it, they need new hearts, fueled by new blood. I can make them see it, the groovy colors of being home. We can make them see that.
SUMMER CAMP '85 Journal entries from Camp Silver Bear counselors and campers. Relive their experiences of joy, ecstasy and horror at summer camp in the 80s.
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