The summer I was seventeen was my first summer of freedom.
I signed up to be a resident camp counselor at the girls’ camp where I had camped as a camper for the past six summer, I was SO READY to be on the other side of the camp program.
For eight weeks, I lived in a platform tent, and played camp counselor during the week. My weekends were spent galavanting around Michigan, which is possibly the best place on earth in the summer. I hung out with people already in college. I drank wine coolers. I even had the requisite summer romance with a counselor at the boys’ camp down the road. That was my summer, the summer of 1991.
I was ready for college, and ready for the world.
I found this playlist over at Amazon.com — I remember singing along to a lot of these songs, driving fast down dark country roads and not having a care in the world.
Oh to be seventeen again…..