I knew there was a reason I had never volunteered for my church day camp before. This week they had me at the craft station, and I was about to lose my mind trying to cater to the needs of children aged 3 to 11. That was, until I made some new friends.
My three new friends were boys who proudly told me that they are starting grade four next week. Together we:
-Made paper airplanes. I was jealous because one of the boys made a really cool one, but he taught me how to make it, which was super nice. Then we had a contest to see who could throw theirs the farthest.
-Made mini skateboard ramps out of playdough. Everyone agreed that my half pipe was the coolest.
-Made up cool dance moves, like the jelly fish (this is very difficult to explain without a demonstration)
I wasn’t doing any of this to humour those kids. This was literally one of the funnest weeks of the summer. Yes, I said funnest. More proof that even though I’m only months away from adulthood, I still have the maturity of an eight-year-old boy.