Blueberry Hill

I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill
When I found you

The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill
And lingered until
My dream came true

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be

Though we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

The wind in the willow played
Love's sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be

Though we're apart
You're part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill

Yes, those are the lyrics to the popular song from the sixties, Blueberry Hill. It had special meaning to me. You see, that is what we called this special hill at Bible Camp. Yes, it was up there that we had to hike to go to the bathrooms.

Can you imagine a couple dozen, fifteen year old, cabin mates walking along a winding path singing "I found my thrill" at the top of their lungs? I think it really impressed the girls. It was much easier for them to admit they were taking a stroll to Blueberry Hill than it was to admit they were going to the bathroom. Everyone at camp got accustomed to calling it Blueberry Hill.

We really thought we were cool at that time in our lives. Maybe we were.

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