Back to the 1980’s music.
The year was 1988; July to be exact and my parents sent me off to summer camp for 2 weeks. This was the first time I had been away from my parents for any length of time so it was a big deal.
I went to “Camp Woodeden,” which is operated by the Easter Seals just outside London. I was 10 years old and was really starting to figure out that something was wrong with me. I mean…that I wasn’t quite the same as all the other kids at school.
I remember getting dropped off at “camp” which actually resembled more of a retreat centre, not really a camp. Our “cabins” were more like condos complete with a living room, bedrooms, spacious bathrooms and shower facilities.
This camp was EXPENSIVE. It was geared to income on some level, but because we weren’t low income, my parents paid the full cost…which at the time, was a lot of money. Come to think of it, it’s a lot of money in 2019 dollars!
Because many of the kids at the camp had medical conditions that were more severe than mine, the camp was equipped with nurses and other medical staff to attend to the various needs.
There was a swimming pool, accessible hiking trails, games and activities all day long, which, I enjoyed somewhat. I’m not really a fan of scheduled activities in any sense, nor do I enjoy groups of more than about 6 people. But overall, it was fun.
The food was pretty good, but they made us eat our salad…which had romaine lettuce, which I did not like at the time. And, because many of us had ‘plumbing” issues, they made us drink prune juice with one meal a day. I didn’t enjoy that.
One aspect of my two weeks at camp that my parents weren’t too happy with, was the vast information I came home with, regarding “the birds and the bees.”
Let’s just get this right out in the open, so there’s no confusion. Just because a kid (or an adult) has a disability, doesn’t mean they don’t have “feelings” in that way…if you know what I mean.
God created sexuality…so, yes, even disabled tweens and teens have an interest in sex…so, it was talked about, A LOT, in a boys cabin at camp.
I came home with all kinds of good information and dirty jokes, that I didn’t even understand. I think it took a few days of “deprogramming” to get all that out of my head upon my return.
Back to music though.
Lots of kids brought tapes with them and we listened to plenty of music…and there was even a dance. Some of the music, I didn’t like. For example, the kid in the bed beside me was really into the Beastie Boys. I’ve never liked them.
One song that I was REALLY into at the time was “I Think We’re Alone Now” by Tiffany. I’m not ashamed to say it…at the time I was a big Tiffany and Debbie Gibson fan.
You might remember Tiffany as the one hit wonder of the late 80s. I thought she was pretty and the song was catchy. Looking at it now, from a lyrical standpoint, it was likely a bit racy for a 10-year-old boy. I didn’t really understand it anyway. It was just a song to me.
So, that’s my story behind this song. A few years ago I Googled Tiffany, and it turns out, she still performs, but she doesn’t have the exposure that she did in the late 1980s.
Here’s the original video. Enjoy!