CHAPTER 5 - SPINNING

I really loved Camp. I believe the Camp tradition started the year I was born, 1972. Every summer someone was there from our extended family. We weren't there every year, but as often as my parents could plan a trip, we would go.

From the time I woke up in the morning until into the evening, I was in the water. I didn't care who with or what for, I was there.

In my younger years, I would put on my one piece bathing suit and set out for the cove. My grandfather always had huge inner tubes for us to play on in the water. It was the absolute best entertainment ever. My sister and I would each get on the inner tube, face each other and rock back and forth. First to fall off lost. Then we'd climb back up and do it all over. Sometimes there were other kids there and they'd get on too. We had a ball. It was the greatest game ever.

It was the greatest game ever until we discovered the oars to the boat. Then we would get onto the innertube like we were riding a horse. One leg on the inside, on leg on the outside, straddling. We would take the oar to the boat and paddle. And spin. The faster we would paddle, the faster we would spin. Our ride always ended because of the dizziness and a fit of giggles. Laughing ourselves so hard that our sides hurt. Then we would switch back to the rocking game until that got old, and we'd spin again.