Growing up in Maine
I found this on facebook a few nights ago and thought that it summed up a what we all look for in a person or strive to be. It’s not much but here it is.
“Growing up in Maine is a privilege. It’s more than where you’re born. It’s an idea & state of mind imparted at birth. It’s more than loving red hot dogs, potatoes, lobster, Humpty Dumpty potato chips, and Whoopie Pies. It’s being hospitable, devoted to the outdoors, all the seasons, and each other. We don’t become Mainers, we’re born that way. The way life should be.”
Ok, so I’ve been at camp in Maine for the last 10 years and I’ve never had a Whoopie pie and I don’t particularly like Lobster but I love the seasons, I feel enormously privileged to work in Maine and the hospitality of Maine is second to none. There are so many reason why Maine is great, summer camp is just one of them.