Remember
my very first story? It was set in the east of Holland. In the
country side. At a farm of friends of my parents.
As
i have spend a lot of time there what wasn't my only moment with a
boy there.
There
was one summer I’ve spend there while there was a children summer
camp at the camp side of the farm.
A
bunch of kids and some camp
leaders. They had
planed a whole week of fun with the kids. I didn't take long before I
was chatting with the camp leaders. They where only a few years older
then I was. They invited me to join some of there activities. And
after two days I was taken in and was one of the camp leaders. The
only moment I went 'home' was during supper. After the evening
program when the kids had been sent to bed we had a good time around
the bonfire. They even had a old couch at the fire place.
Straight
away I laid my eyes on one of the camp leaders; Maarten-Jan. Tipical
Dutch name. And so did he. We cuddles up closely on the old couch at
the fire in the evenings.
The
kids knew, the rest of the camp leaders knew. Kind of the whole camp
side knew.
It
was a great week. At the end of the week, the last night, there was a
preforming night. Everybody did a little preference. The kids did a
play in where they pretended to be the camp leaders. There where also
two kids who played Maarten-Jan and me. It was hilarious.
The
next day it was time to say goodbye. I think I had my first mobile
phone at that point so it was a lot easier to stay in contact.
After
that summer Maarten-Jan was going to study in Amsterdam. Ow what a
blast. Because then we could meet again. And so we did. One time.
How
a different place, setting and time can change everything!
