An RBC Memory

"I remember the thin slices of wood for our name tags. I remember shaving cream fights in the field. The path to the barn where you had to go through the huge pipe under the bridge. Putting cake batter inside an orange, wrapping it in tin foil and putting it on the grill. Watching "the Parent Trap" in the building beside the archery area and getting milk and cookies before bed.. The finger on the nose signal at the end of each meal. The drying rack in the middle of the cabins. The song "Oh, I was born one night one morn when the whistle went toot-toot!..." and soooo many more memories. Just too many to list." —Stephanie B., a camper from the 80s