Pulling petals off a flower trying to get your way
In truth Oscoda isn’t where I spent my early childhood, that would have been at my Papa’s cottage in National City. Maybe it’s because I only have vague memories of Island Lake and going to my Great Granny’s and that’s why I don’t find it that special. Or maybe because it’s tarnished by events that happened in my teen years that I remember all to well. Regardless, my heart holds a special spot for Oscoda. Beginning more specifically Old Orchard Campground.
I’m not good at making friends. I’m ridiculously shy and I don’t break out of my shell until I get to know you. Every summer at Old Orchard I made a new friend. I became a part of a group. The friendships didn’t last after I went away to college but for those summers I didn’t feel awkward. You ran into some of the same people every year. Some you remembered, some you didn’t.
I’ll never forget being in the camp store and someone yelling my name. I turned around and stood face to face with a boy. And I asked, “Do I know you”. He told me his name and it came back to me but it was still a little funny that there had been so many people the summer before that I honestly couldn’t place him at first.
I used to want to live up there. I always wanted to live somewhere different. Looking back it’s probably because where I was I never felt like I fit in. Luckily, I had a couple close friends but never a group of people.
Years later I still find comfort in visiting. Every year LP and I decided we are going to go at least once. I love girlie weekend. It’s a time to destress and get away from daily life. We’re open to new people joining us. We can’t believe that for the second year it’s just the two of us. I’ll be doing a lot of paddleboating, canoing, drinking and bike riding. Don’t miss me too much (haha). I hope you have a fabulous weekend!