Decade
09-22-2005, 09:55 PM
I should never father children.
I use to be a camp counselor the summers of my Senior year of high school and freshman year of college. The first summer was, in my opinion, the much better of the two due to the fact that I had much better kids. Seriously, these were all very good kids and you really grew to love em.
Take one of the boys I had for example. He was a rather husky kid who use to love pokemon cards and playing super mario. He got a little annoyed with kids a few times, but he was a good kid at heart. I call him Husky.
Every morning after all my kids arrived, we would have to drop off their lunches and then climb a steep hill to get to our first activity. One day there was this really strong stench on the field. It wasn't shitastic, but it didn't smell like roses either.
So as we're climbing up the hill, one of the kids finally asks my co-counselor what the hell that smell is.
CC: "Oh, they're just throwing out the garbage today, don't worry, it'll go away soon."
Husky: "Oh...good, I thought it was me."
My co-counselor and I were floored. This kid wasn't trying to be funny, he wasn't even trying to be a little wise ass. He was saying it as sincere and as innocent as he could, and it was priceless.
We gave him extra cookies that day.
Now another one of my kids was really one of the nicest kids I ever had. Seriously, I think I'd rank him in the top 5 best kids I ever met. He was this tiny, smiley-faced, red-haired red sox fan who was always sportin his baseball cap (you picked the right team, son). The thing about him though is that it really tore at you a little bit when you saw him because he had only 9 fingers. So, I'm gonna call him Nine for the sake of this story. You really feel for the kid, he hated it when anyone ever asked about it or mentioned it, so we stuck to keeping conversation off it.
If there's one thing that really made you feel as if you were actually one of Satan's children, it's when Nine tried to play with you. Our kids loved to play "Guess who?" with my co-counselor and I. The second either of us ever sat down, WHAM! "Guess who?"
Nine played this with us as much as he could, but he never figured out how we always knew it was him.
...Yea right, YOU try to tell the kid.
I use to be a camp counselor the summers of my Senior year of high school and freshman year of college. The first summer was, in my opinion, the much better of the two due to the fact that I had much better kids. Seriously, these were all very good kids and you really grew to love em.
Take one of the boys I had for example. He was a rather husky kid who use to love pokemon cards and playing super mario. He got a little annoyed with kids a few times, but he was a good kid at heart. I call him Husky.
Every morning after all my kids arrived, we would have to drop off their lunches and then climb a steep hill to get to our first activity. One day there was this really strong stench on the field. It wasn't shitastic, but it didn't smell like roses either.
So as we're climbing up the hill, one of the kids finally asks my co-counselor what the hell that smell is.
CC: "Oh, they're just throwing out the garbage today, don't worry, it'll go away soon."
Husky: "Oh...good, I thought it was me."
My co-counselor and I were floored. This kid wasn't trying to be funny, he wasn't even trying to be a little wise ass. He was saying it as sincere and as innocent as he could, and it was priceless.
We gave him extra cookies that day.
Now another one of my kids was really one of the nicest kids I ever had. Seriously, I think I'd rank him in the top 5 best kids I ever met. He was this tiny, smiley-faced, red-haired red sox fan who was always sportin his baseball cap (you picked the right team, son). The thing about him though is that it really tore at you a little bit when you saw him because he had only 9 fingers. So, I'm gonna call him Nine for the sake of this story. You really feel for the kid, he hated it when anyone ever asked about it or mentioned it, so we stuck to keeping conversation off it.
If there's one thing that really made you feel as if you were actually one of Satan's children, it's when Nine tried to play with you. Our kids loved to play "Guess who?" with my co-counselor and I. The second either of us ever sat down, WHAM! "Guess who?"
Nine played this with us as much as he could, but he never figured out how we always knew it was him.
...Yea right, YOU try to tell the kid.