You Know You Worked at Camp Hawkins When…

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you raise your hand whenever you want seconds at a meal then feel awkward when you have to get it yourself.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you can’t remember how to eat spaghetti with a fork.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you expect dessert after every meal.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you feel the need to eat every two hours even if you’re not hungry.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when hearing “Lean on Me” makes you slightly emotional.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you get excited to have cell phone service inside.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you get nervous when you realize you’re not wearing your nametag then feel relieved and slightly sad when nobody is there to shame you.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you want to yell “Hello Everybody” when talking to a large group of people.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you have the urge to sing anytime you have to wait for something.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you want to pile up all the mattresses in your house and jump on them.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you get a little nervous if you see a list written in sharpie on a index card.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you’ve cleaned an air vent with q-tips.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you don’t know where to sit at dinner because there’s not a name card on the table.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you don’t understand why you’re the only one who wants to sing the blessing.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you leave camp and you’re a milk-maid, a ice-cream maker, a football player, a plumber, a carpenter, a bird watcher, and a lifeguard.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when your mommy is a baker, your daddy is a trash man, your sister is a singer, your brother is a cowboy, your baby is a whiner, your doggie is a licker, your kitty is a scratcher, your grandpa is an engineer, and your grandma is a tickler.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you lean, stomp, clap, and dance on the Lord’s side.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you make your bed every morning in hopes of finally receiving a clean cottage award.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you know you’ve really seen “the greatest show on Earth” (multiple times).

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you became closer to people in six weeks than you thought was possible.

You know you worked at Camp Hawkins when you’d really rather hang out with special needs kids than anyone else.

& most of all, you know you worked at Camp Hawkins when 800 Rudeseal Road feels like home.