Do you ever truly grow out of something? It doesn’t seem so at Chewonki. A Halloween here was probably the most I’ve celebrated since elementary school. The idea of spending countless hours thinking about and making a costume and getting sticky pumpkin pulp on my skin stopped sounding appealing after the sixth grade. I would be the one handing out the candy to my friends. However, here, those childhood memories come to life. Although I still did not dress up, I realized that despite my previous assumptions that I was “over” Halloween, it was nice to be allowed to celebrate the labeled child holiday without the connotations that you are living in the past. On top of getting icky pumpkin pulp all over myself, I was drenched in water filled with saliva and pieces of bitten off apples with powdered sugar still coating my mouth after eating doughnuts off of a string (a new Halloween tradition?). Before that would seem so childish but now it just seems like a good time.
Not only with Halloween, other activities at Chewonki I would have never found myself doing at home. Dodgeball: the deadly sport from elementary school gym has returned in full force. I would have never written in a journal if I did not come here. It seemed like the thing to do in middle school, but I would have never done it again. It almost seems like Chewonki is never-never land; innocent, child-like fun is not only normal, it is called for.
-Abby Wilson, Pittsburgh, PA