During my junior year of college, I volunteered for a week as a boys’ summer camp counselor. I don’t think I slept a wink — I was chased around with a frog, squirted with multiple water guns and partook in never-ending negotiations when it came to bath time and naptime. After the week was over, I promised myself I would never do it again. It was one of those once in a lifetime kind of experiences. From now on, I told myself, I will stick to dress-up, fairy tales and baby dolls.
However, two weekends ago, I found myself back in summer camp. But this time was different – I was actually excited; I willingly volunteered, much to my own surprise. Two fellow Peace Corps volunteers organized a camping trip as a special treat for the children living at a nearby boys’ home. I merely tagged along to help where I could, play until I was exhausted, and give some much needed lovin’.
So, off we went, up the mountain – no power, no running water, twenty-five boys, four PCV’s and two staff members from the home.
Here are just a few highlights from our action-packed venture: