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heidiI had a long talk today with one of my bunkmates from camp from the summer of 1982. She's the one who lynched my cabbage patch doll in the shower, but not the one who put nair in my conditioner or who tied me into my bed or who put shaving cream on all my stuff or who poured water on my quilt at night. And she's not the one who tried to drown me. We cried, it was emotional, it was very good for both of us. We've been friendly for a year, but she's always been nervous around me - and now I realise why.
She apologized, I said don't worry about it and we're going to be better friends because of this.
Sometimes, you need distance before talking things out - other times, you need to talk things out immediately, before things fester and reach a point where nobody will be able to talk for about 19 years because of the mistrust and anger that exists among them.
Could I have had this conversation three months after camp that summer? No way.
Would I have loved to have had it 10 years ago? Completely.
But I still never ever want to send a child of mine to sleepaway camp.
She apologized, I said don't worry about it and we're going to be better friends because of this.
Sometimes, you need distance before talking things out - other times, you need to talk things out immediately, before things fester and reach a point where nobody will be able to talk for about 19 years because of the mistrust and anger that exists among them.
Could I have had this conversation three months after camp that summer? No way.
Would I have loved to have had it 10 years ago? Completely.
But I still never ever want to send a child of mine to sleepaway camp.
