Prospect Hill
Jan. 3rd, 2008 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancerjodiQuote of the Day: "When you think you can't . . . revisit a previous triumph." Jack Canfield
Here's a neat article on some of the nature *gasp* hidden in Waltham:
http://www.dailynewstribune.com/lifestyle/x512232865
I went to day camp for a couple of weeks one summer at Prospect Hill. I remember their small above ground pool was disgusting (green, icky water) and that they made us hike that hill each Friday where we'd have a fun cookout at the top as a reward. There used to be a ski lodge there at that time, and the one and only time I went skiing was at Prospect Hill (I was about 13 and was so bad at steering and stopping despite my lesson).
I much preferred the other years where we went to day camp at the Stigmatine's - Camp Elm Bank. There was way more open land, cooler activities, cooler kids and spookier surroundings. Its where Prince won my heart (hearing "When Doves Cry" on someone's cassette recorder over and over again), where I first saw Pee Wee's Big Adventure and went roller skating at The Wallex (rainy day entertainment) and where I first became sort of part of a cool group of kids. If only summer camp lasted more than two 2-week sessions, because I returned to school to be one of the losers in my small catholic school class of 24 at the end of it all.
Here's a neat article on some of the nature *gasp* hidden in Waltham:
http://www.dailynewstribune.com/lifestyle/x512232865
I went to day camp for a couple of weeks one summer at Prospect Hill. I remember their small above ground pool was disgusting (green, icky water) and that they made us hike that hill each Friday where we'd have a fun cookout at the top as a reward. There used to be a ski lodge there at that time, and the one and only time I went skiing was at Prospect Hill (I was about 13 and was so bad at steering and stopping despite my lesson).
I much preferred the other years where we went to day camp at the Stigmatine's - Camp Elm Bank. There was way more open land, cooler activities, cooler kids and spookier surroundings. Its where Prince won my heart (hearing "When Doves Cry" on someone's cassette recorder over and over again), where I first saw Pee Wee's Big Adventure and went roller skating at The Wallex (rainy day entertainment) and where I first became sort of part of a cool group of kids. If only summer camp lasted more than two 2-week sessions, because I returned to school to be one of the losers in my small catholic school class of 24 at the end of it all.
