I had Kristin and Zhenya over this weekend. We stayed up 'til unearthly hours, played a rather boring game of paper telephone, laughed, talked, and in general had a great time. We talked a lot about the 'good ol' days' at camp, and Zhenya remarked that we sounded like a bunch of elderly people reminiscing about the golden days of our childhood. Somehow, we only seemed to remember the good and funny times. No one talked about dragging yourself out of bed in the morning to go catch a bunch of stubborn horses, or slogging around in ankle-deep mud while trying to keep the billowing skirt of your costume clean, or the many times when the showers arbitrarily decided not to yield any hot water. Funny how you only remember the things that you want to remember.