Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Coincidences :: Essays Papers
Coincidences Ã¢â¬Å"Hurry Taylor, weÃ¢â¬â¢re late sweetie.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"But Mom, IÃ¢â¬â¢ve gotta make sure I have everything!Ã¢â¬ Taylor screams in a whiny voice. The day IÃ¢â¬â¢ve been dreading has finally arrived. My oldest daughter is leaving for the summer to work as a camp counselor. SheÃ¢â¬â¢s working at the same camp that I worked at when I was 16. Ã¢â¬Å"Mom!! I canÃ¢â¬â¢t find my adidas, HELP ME.Ã¢â¬ Yells Taylor, sounding like sheÃ¢â¬â¢s in a state of emergency. Ã¢â¬Å"Sweetie, theyÃ¢â¬â¢re already in the van, you packed them this morning.Ã¢â¬ I replied. Ã¢â¬Å"Dad! Are you coming? WeÃ¢â¬â¢re leaving in five minutes.Ã¢â¬ Taylor screams in excitement. Dressed in faded overalls, with her hair pulled up and tied back with a bright yellow ribbon, she looks so grown up -- so mature. IÃ¢â¬â¢ve never been more nervous. What am I going to do without my baby all summer? WhoÃ¢â¬â¢s going to keep my fashion sense in line? WhoÃ¢â¬â¢s going to watch Felicity with me? Ahh! She canÃ¢â¬â¢t leave me! Ã¢â¬Å"Ya know mom, IÃ¢â¬â¢m gonna miss being home this summer, IÃ¢â¬â¢ll come home during the five week break and IÃ¢â¬â¢ll call you as much as I can.Ã¢â¬ Taylor looks at me with true sincerity. Tears are filling my eyes, I canÃ¢â¬â¢t show her my weakness. I quickly change the subject. ThereÃ¢â¬â¢s the sign, Ã¢â¬Å"YMCA CAMP WEWA, 5 MILES.Ã¢â¬ Ã¢â¬Å"Jamie, look at this place. Nothing has changed. It seems like we were just here yesterday.Ã¢â¬ Jake mentions as he rolls his window down. Taylor quickly perks up in her seat; her eyes open wide with excitement. SheÃ¢â¬â¢s been going to this camp since she was eight years old. This will be her first year as a counselor. I can remember my first year. Summer of 1969, the best summer of all. It was the summer I met my husband. I was the counselor of the Washoe cabin, and he kept the boys of the Witchita cabin in line. I can remember those sparkling days like they were yesterday. June 6, 1969Ã¢â¬ ¦ IÃ¢â¬â¢m finally here. The cabin is desolate now, but in about an hour itÃ¢â¬â¢s going to resemble a can of sardines. Thirteen girls each bringing two or more bags and seven bunk beads all shoved into a small wooden cabin. What a mess it will be. ItÃ¢â¬â¢s noon, the first set of camperÃ¢â¬â¢s drive up to the cabin.