During a visit to an overnight camp, I asked the future director to tell me the camp stories. He pondered this for a moment and then gave me the impression that he didn't understand. Again, I asked about the fable, lore, legends - where is the camp magic?
He did not have an answer. There were no characters that everyone knew. There was no traditional telling of an age-old tale.
How can this be? One of the greatest parts of camp is the tradition - the stories - the secret life that distinguishes this place from any other place!
One of the characters from my past is the Red Rascal, here tormenting other members of her family during an annual birthday celebration... for her nephew... the Green Ghoulie.