I will openly admit to the fact that I know all the words to Peter, Paul and Mary’s version of ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane.’
I am not ashamed to say that I have belted out these lyrics countless times, letting their intended meaning wash over me as I’ve embraced my closest friends and told them to ‘kiss me and smile for me.’
On occasion I’ve even held out my arms like the wings of an aircraft and run around frantically mimicking a flight pattern.
To an outsider this must look strange.
A bunch of kids in birkenstocks and flip flops in a circle crying and singing Simon and Garfunkel/ Edie Berkel/Carly Simon/Dave Matthews Band/Bob Marley/Debbie Friedman/James Taylor tunes.
But for us it’s the last day of camp.