I have to second that emotion. At one point in the big Dining Hall sing I heard someone start "The Sloop John B.", followed by what some might call hackneyed, tired, overdone songs, and some very un-folky tunes.

Afraid to sing out loud, when I looked around, I expected to see the tired rolling of jaded eyes. What I saw instead was a group of people who just love to sing, damn it, feeling unafraid to pull out the dusty best thing they love to sing and the world be damned. Nobody said a word, and if anyone hated it, they left. But I didn't see anyone leave, and I sang as loud as anyone. It was one of those moments of Getaway magic, to me, that the right chord could be struck with music like this, because of the mutual respect and love for what truly matters most. That's why I keep coming back.

And, though I don't want to over-analyze, I do think the analogy of children is a good one. Adults have to be adults all day, teenagers are stuck in High School with other teenagers all day, and little ones spend their days in little worlds. Anyone who has had an opportunity to see kids of different ages interact at play or learning understands the dynamic of how people play and learn better when there is someone better/older/greener/younger than you are.

Dani