"Hurry Taylor, we're late sweetie."
             "But Mom, I've gotta make sure I have everything!" Taylor screams in a whiny voice.
             The day I've been dreading has finally arrived. My oldest daughter is leaving for the summer to work as a camp counselor. She's working at the same camp that I worked at when I was 16.
             "Mom!! I can't find my adidas, HELP ME." Yells Taylor, sounding like she's in a state of emergency.
             "Sweetie, they're already in the van, you packed them this morning." I replied.
             "Dad! Are you coming? We're 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 grown up -- so mature. I've never been more nervous. What am I going to do without my baby all summer? Who's going to keep my fashion sense in line? Who's going to watch Felicity with me? Ahh! She can't leave me!
             "Ya know mom, I'm gonna miss being home this summer, I'll come home during the five week break and I'll call you as much as I can." Taylor looks at me with true sincerity.
             Tears are filling my eyes, I can't show her my weakness. I quickly change the subject. There's the sign, "YMCA CAMP WEWA, 5 MILES."
             "Jamie, look at this place. Nothing 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. She'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 the...