We glanced down at the artificially colored pool,
And layed on our stomachs on the hot pavement,
Passing around a chip bowl,
keeping the chips on our tongues until the saltiness wore off.




With sweaty foreheads, we chased each other on the brown grass, running after the ice cream truck,
screaming for it to stop.




Camp, with it’s cabins,
Grouped by age,
Fans, markered with our names,
Racing to get a bunk,
Friends telling secrets,
Sharing Gummy Bears and Fanta
Taking turns reading Teen people, it was a new version that someone found,
Unwanted,
On the verge of being thrown out,
We tore the sleeping bags off our sweating bodies,
Laying in our pajamas covered only by a sheet.




Out of the lake,
Drying ourselves with multi-colored towels,
Our hair crusty with sand.
Listening to the waves,
Barely rolling by,
For one moment, we didn’t get any older.