Camp Hunt

By: hillaryperson Mood: full of life Date: 12/02/2007 12:18:26 Music: Too Much Mayonnaise in the Tuna - The Niche

Thisis the camp my old man used to make us go to when we were kids.. I'm amused because I just randomly thought of looking it up on the internet and found their ghetto website. One time they took my canteen away because I wouldn't clap during a hymn because my father always told me that that was against the bible.

For those of you who don't know, my father was an extremist Christian and made us all attend thisvery cult-like church. We went for two hours Sunday morning, an hour sunday night, an hour on Wednesday, and an hour Saturday nights. On one weekend a month we would travel to Albany or Liverpool for youth groups! Yay! And in the summer we had to go to Bible Camp! When we weren't in Church we had to go door-knocking! Boy was that fun!

I think it's possible that I could be a religious person were it not for the fact that I had this sugar shoved down my throat when I was younger.. But it may also have something to do with my extreme fear of the apocalypse.

During my father's religious phase that lasted 19 years, I wasn't allowed to say or do the following things:

• Oh my god, or oh my gosh, geez, gosh, jeepers, sheesh, etc..
• By the way
• Holy cow, crap, etc.
• Church in reference to the place. It was Worship. Church is the people.
• Speak during worship services because I was a girl. In fact, there was a HUGE controversy that still continues to this day over a woman picking out the carpet in the church
• Wear bathing suits without a t-shirt and shorts that went to my knees
• Wear skirts or shorts that went above my knees
• Wear sleeveless tops
• Go to dances or dance period
• Go to beaches
• Wear draw or look at peace signs because they are broken crosses and therefore mean peace without God.

• etc.