TITLE: Papergirl: A Memoir
GENRE: Narrative Nonfiction
We just finished lunch at the mess hall and were singing camp songs on Schooney Lawn. Next stop: Trading Post.
I was in Mariners, a long way from Sunnyside and Meadows, the units I stayed when I was just a Brownie. Mariners bunked in houseboats on Lake Ely instead of cabins; those were reserved for the younger girls. Just like the six summers before, I was with my best friend Jasmine for two weeks at Camp Archbald. But the final week was winding down and since my mom was also on a trip, my dad would be picking me up in a few days.
“Come on girls! Let's go,” yelled our unit leader, Debbie. I liked her bucket hat.
“Mariners!” we yelled as we waltzed by the younger girls. I bet some of them still got homesick. Not me. I loved being on my own. I'd stay at camp all summer long if I could.
“Why does our turn at the trading post have to be right after lunch? I'm always so full,” I told Jasmine, planning to get candy anyway.
The wooden deck creaked as I stepped up to the window of the Trading Post. I ordered Nerds. Half grape. Half strawberry. I thanked the lady (because Girl Scouts are polite) and moved out of the way so Jasmine could take her turn; she bought Laffy Taffy. We found a grassy spot near the flagpole and sprawled out. The bucket hat was coming toward us.