Do you have any worthless possessions? These are the items that have no value but mean something to you. As the title suggests, I have tucked away a plain scrap of toilet paper in one of my books. I'm sure you're asking what any logical person would ask: Why haven't you flushed it? Anyone who went to sleep-away camp as a kid, would understand this oddity.
Back in the days of no gray hair and a skinny life-filled body, I spent my summers at a camp in Zionsville, Indiana. Today they call it Gucci but in my days, it was UCI. This is a Jewish camp with month long sessions filled with fun and sports. We lived in packed cabins with a group of girls that we grew extremely close too. We also got to know the boys quite well when we'd flirt with them during our day activities.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. For me, that was camp. The last night of camp, everyone stayed up all night crying and hugging because we didn't want to go back to our awful and abusive homes. Not really, but one would think that the way we boo hooed. Anyway, that last night of camp, I wailed with everyone else while carrying around my diminishing roll of toilet paper.
One of my friends grabbed my toilet paper and scribbled a message on it: Cheer up. We all love you. Simple, plain, to the point; and yes, I still have it.
Back in the days of no gray hair and a skinny life-filled body, I spent my summers at a camp in Zionsville, Indiana. Today they call it Gucci but in my days, it was UCI. This is a Jewish camp with month long sessions filled with fun and sports. We lived in packed cabins with a group of girls that we grew extremely close too. We also got to know the boys quite well when we'd flirt with them during our day activities.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. For me, that was camp. The last night of camp, everyone stayed up all night crying and hugging because we didn't want to go back to our awful and abusive homes. Not really, but one would think that the way we boo hooed. Anyway, that last night of camp, I wailed with everyone else while carrying around my diminishing roll of toilet paper.
One of my friends grabbed my toilet paper and scribbled a message on it: Cheer up. We all love you. Simple, plain, to the point; and yes, I still have it.
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My wife and I save all the silly notes that we have written to each other throughout the years. Sometimes we go back and reminisce, its good to save stuff like that.
You went to camp very near where I live, Indianapolis. Hope you enjoyed your camping trip.
What a wonderful story! I especially liked the "skinny life-filled body" line! It's great that you had such an amazing camp experience where you probably made life-long friends! Julie
OMG. I wanted to cry after reading this post, because it reminded me of camping trips and school trips abroad. Such fond memories. Thank you for sharing!
Ellie Garratt
Aw, I love it! Those are the best!
I love this post! There are a few things that I can't bare to part with too, so sweet! I found you on Mom in Rome and am so glad I did. I'm now a happy follower!
I'm so sorry I offended you Joyce with my last post. It was not my intent and just know that I respect your opinion. I wish you well.:)
That is a great keepsake, even if it's on TP!
My treasured possession: a 1997 calendar. When I left the job I had at the time, my co-workers made me a calendar where every month had a funny quote from one of us.
I love your little scrap of toilet paper with that precious message. Thanks for sharing this story. I think I am caught up on reading now. :)
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