Sight – Seeing the gates of Deerwoode as I entered the camp each summer. Every time I saw them, feelings of excitement and a few a butterflies were always in my stomach.
Sound – The sound of the bell at the gymnasium – morning, day, and finally at night.
Touch – The morning dew on my feet as we walked to flag raising every morning.
Smell – The smell of my clothes after a night of Farmers, Indians, and Pioneers. Always smelled like the fire pit.
Taste – Cheerwine at Canteen – every time.
Fear – Failing to meet expectations in the JC Program. When you did (and I did . . . on many occasions), you knew you were going to hear about it.
Embarrassment – First time as Head Cook, forgetting to re-order the fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans for Sunday lunch. Epic fail. Screwed up right out of the gate. Bonus gone and hefty fine to boot.
Triumph – The few times I managed to squeak out a win against Bill on the tennis court. Played him dozens of times . . . can count the victories on just one hand. But the few times of victory really felt good.