tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005972366009104216.post3514039415211077626..comments2024-02-04T14:18:29.805-06:00Comments on What Didn't Kill Me: summer camp stories, part I: Norwegian camp and church camp.callahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07147947165198323239noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005972366009104216.post-83188609729534292602012-06-10T10:45:00.811-05:002012-06-10T10:45:00.811-05:00I have to blame Norwegian camp on Grandma Lorraine...I have to blame Norwegian camp on Grandma Lorraine - that was such a strange camp! I can only remember that sentence about the crab and how to tell you what my name is! The church camps were a lot more fun just because of the people who were there with me! :)callahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07147947165198323239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3005972366009104216.post-63891967964587562702012-06-06T18:40:31.014-05:002012-06-06T18:40:31.014-05:00Calla-you are so funny! Trondheim is where my gran...Calla-you are so funny! Trondheim is where my grandma was from. I don't know how to spell it, but the only thing I learned to say in Norwegian was, "shall we go to bed?" I didn't have a lot of use for that saying:) I can't imagine camp with out swimming or showering. I love the horse idea, though. I think your parents were a little cruel in their choices! DonnaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com