The memory that pops up for me is a simple one. We had just arrived to camp in 2019 and were unpacking our stuff. Her and I shared a cart to haul it all up to the cabins. We had so much stuff piled in there and it kept falling off. We laughed our faces off the entire way stopping every 5 feet to pick up our things. It was just pure joy laughing with her all the way. She kept calling out my name between hysterics. I will remember her laughter and her kind, gentle, courageous spirit. Amina loved camp. And camp loved her back. The next pony ride is for Amina.
-Joanne

The last time we were in camp in person, in 2019, I was so proud to watch Amina take charge of a full cabin of 5-year-olds when her head counselor had to take one of the kiddos to the doctor off-site. I was ready to jump in and help, but she didn't give me a glance as she marched her troops to their cabin and seamlessly launched into their bedtime routine, starting with circle time and sharing their favorite part of the day. She was so adept at handling camper meltdowns, calmly bringing them around. But she wasn't unfeeling or no-nonsense; she maintained enough of her child-like wonder that the campers immediately trusted her. She never talked down to them. She never made them feel like their treasures and jokes and stories were anything less life-changing than they felt to those little people. I always appreciated that about her, and how those connections came so naturally. She was so open and kind to everyone. -Holly