My mind, and the places it goes

...actually, in the shower. But it's raining out there, and the combination of that and one of the questions at thefridayfive made me think of this.

I spent the summer after my 11th grade year (that would've been summer 1988) at a summer camp up in mountains in New York. I was on a program at the camp for which the campers lived in tents in the woods (rather than in cabins in the clearing, like the rest of the camp). One afternoon, sparked by who-remembers-what (and there's no one reading here who was actually in my MH, so no one here is likely to remember), we had a shaving cream fight. Yes, a shaving cream fight. Which quickly degenerated into a shaving-cream-and-mud fight. At some point we declared a truce amongst all the combatants and decided it was past time to go and shower off all the shaving cream and mud. So there we were, probably about 20 of us all told, heading to the showers. The MH showers were (as is expected) separated sex, but the boys' shower and the girls' shower shared a common wall (the wall with the shower heads in it, as it happens) and the wall didn't go all the way up to the ceiling.

So there we all were, washing off first fully dressed and then -- at least on the girls' side, and I presume on the boys' side -- disrobing in the shower and tossing the soggy clothes out. And someone -- I forget on which side of the wall, at this point, and I have no memory of who other than it wasn't me -- started singing (most likely something out of the Hashachar Shiron, the song book that each of us knew very, very well). Within about two bars, we had a four-part harmony going. We sang and sang until we were all done showering, and then we turned off the water and the singing stopped. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out as if nothing unusual had occurred.

I haven't thought about that incident in a while, but it was a very happy memory to have pop back in today.