On Saturdays, I share three simple things that brought me happiness during the week. These posts may grow or change as time passes. Please feel free to share your own simple joys in the comments section!
It’s been a while since I shared my weekly joys, not because my life has lacked joy but because my life has lacked time.
October 6-12, 2018
You cannot converse with me for very long without hearing something about summer camp. Whether it’s the eight years that I attended youth camp as a child or the three summers that I served as photographer at Pine Cove, camp seems to weasel its way into every discussion.
A favorite activity at most youth camps is the blob. If you aren’t familiar with blobbing, it essentially consists of a giant inflated pillow in a body of water and a high dive. One child sits at the end of the pillow, and the other child stands on the high dive. When the second child jumps down to the pillow, the first child is launched into the air.
I was an average-sized teenager. Thus, I wasn’t very good at blobbing other campers. However, I loved sitting at the end of the blob and letting the largest high school guys launch me into the air.
As you can imagine, this didn’t always end well. For the sake of this story, we need to backtrack to the Friday night before I went to camp in 2012. (Warning: this story is loooooooong, but I will try my best to keep it short)
My army of six forms two lines facing the enemy. Our only source of protection is a tall net extended tight between two vertical poles. I squat and touch the floor as an opponent (who has seemingly been stretched to an abnormal height) slaps a soft sphere against the floor. Once. Twice. Three times. She then tosses it in the air and smacks it. The sphere soars over the net towards our small battalion. I sprint to the front line as a coworker knocks the sphere with her forearms. It flies towards me, and I use my fingertips to push it over to another colleague. Suddenly, my cohort leaps into the air and whacks the sphere to the floor on the other side of the net. A crowd cheers as a smile at my partner. One point closer to victory.