Coincidences :: Essays Papers

CoincidencesHurry Taylor, were late sweetie. precisely Mom, Ive gotta make sure I have everything Taylor screams in a whiny voice.The day Ive been dreading has finally arrived. My oldest daughter is leaving for the summertime to work as a camp guidance. Shes working at the same camp that I worked at when I was 16. Mom I cant find my adidas, HELP ME. Yells Taylor, sounding like shes in a state of emergency.Sweetie, theyre already in the van, you jam-packed them this morning. I replied.Dad Are you coming? Were leaving in five minutes. Taylor screams in excitement.Dressed in faded overalls, with her hair pulled up and tied back with a bright yellow ribbon, she looks so braggart(a) up -- so mature. Ive never been more nervous. What am I breathing out to do without my baby all summer? Whos liberation to keep my fashion sense in line? Whos difference to watch Felicity with me? Ahh She cant leave meYa know mom, Im gonna miss being family unit this summer, Ill come home during the five week break and Ill call you as much(prenominal) as I can. Taylor looks at me with true sincerity. Tears are picking my eyes, I cant show her my weakness. I pronto falsify the subject. Theres the sign, YMCA CAMP WEWA, 5 MILES.Jamie, look at this place. nil has changed. It seems like we were just here yesterday. Jake mentions as he rolls his window down.Taylor quickly perks up in her seat her eyes open wide with excitement. Shes been going to this camp since she was eight years old. This will be her runner year as a counselor. I can suppose my frontmost year. Summer of 1969, the best summer of all. It was the summer I met my husband. I was the counselor of the Washoe confine, and he kept the boys of the Witchita cabin in line. I can remember those sparkling days like they were yesterday.June 6, 1969Im finally here. The cabin is desolate now, but in about an hour its going to resemble a can of sardines. Thirteen girls each bringing 2 or more bags and seven b unk beads all shoved into a small wooden cabin. What a mess it will be. Its noon, the set-back set of campers drive up to the cabin.