Anyone who knows me knows how much I love going to bible camp every year. However, I have to say that the week I just completed takes the cake for the most interesting by far that I've ever attended.
Every year I look forward to the singing, the studies, and the fellowship (and the yummy food!). Yet, I wasn't expecting one thing to happen-my clumsiness seemed to increase ten-fold this week.
The first few days were filled with torrential down pours. I normally like rain, but there was so much that I got pretty sick of it. What really made me hate it even more was the dirt road running through camp. That meant mud, and LOTS of it. It was the second day of camp, and, we were getting ready for dinner. Well, as soon as I stepped out of the craft hut and on to that muddy road I remember thinking, "I am going to fall. There's no way around it. I'm going to fall."
I began to walk, and for whatever reason, I turned my head to look at something, and I'm quite sure it was something shiny...I can't remember for certain, though. Then, my sandals decided that they were going to slide out from under me, and BAM-I came tumbling down. I got covered in mud and grass.
Seriously, my clumsiness plus my ADD is going to be the death of me at some point.
Then, I spent the rest of the week bumping my head. Almost every time I sat up on my bed, or moved, I hit it against the top bunk-and it's a wonder how I managed to not annoy the living daylights out of the new girl, Alyx, in the bunk above me.
Then, at the awards ceremony last night, I got the award for the "Double Digit Head bumper". Total times I bumped my head was at least 10-12. That's probably a downside of being taller than the average girl-everything is too short and your noggin suffers greatly. Yet somehow my friend Tiki, who's about the same height managed not to bump her head as much.
I think it's safe to say that I probably lost some IQ points this week.
I had become so scatterbrained. Seriously, my book for camp seemed like it kept growing legs and walking away. I would put it somewhere and think I knew where it was, but when I came back it wasn't there. I think I had a few different people come back and give me my book. My bible even decided to disappear for a short time until lo and behold, my sister somehow had it in her purse.
So, that sort of describes my week at bible camp. And needless to say because of these things and other things that are probably best left unsaid, it will be a week I'll remember for a LONG time. :)