Tonight, while at dinner, I was quizzing two of my new camp staff about the "real world" version of one of my "veteran" staff members. He told me that I could probably have more fun revealing the "camp" version of him to these two real world buddies. Especially since I've known him for practically half of his life.
And... whoa... I have.
Tomorrow, at our first day of staff training, there will be former campers who were 10 when I started working at this camp. And they will be on staff. Working. Being responsible. It's a little weird.
Other former campers of mine are lawyers, teachers, generally career-havin' adults. They are wives and husbands. They are moms and dads.
And they're good at it.
I thought, yet again, that I would double over as old age came around the corner and whacked me upside the head, but I didn't. Instead, I just sat and marveled for a moment at how cool my summertime career is. At school, I track progress for a couple of years. Once they leave my classroom, they are mostly gone forever.
But at camp, there's a really good chance that10 year old, who sat on the front porch with me, having a popsicle and shooting the breeze, will one day have my job. And even better? I'll have trained them to do it really well.