School camps a super reminder of 'those' memorable events
THIS one time, on school camp …
There is something about sending your child off on a school camp that is so exciting.
I admit to possibly being more excited than my son when I dropped him off to school on Monday morning with his bag fully packed, pillow under one arm, sleeping bag in the other.
It is not simply because it meant I had a week ahead of longer sleep-ins and no school pick-ups or drop-offs.
It is not because while mopping the floor on Monday night I realised it would stay cleaner a whole lot longer.
It was not even because I could now openly eat my chocolate, and not live in fear of having to share it.
It is because I remember what my school camps were like.
They were times of great adventure, making long lasting friendships and enjoying camp fire talks, skits, sing-a-longs and marshmallows.
There were also the experiences of sleeping in bunk beds and dormitories, where there really wasn't too much sleep going on with all the laughter and merriment.
But after talking to my colleagues about their school camps I found there were some down sides.
In fact, some of my colleagues simply dreaded them.
I heard stories of possums breaking into tents, ghost stories and scare tactics.
There were discussions of 'that one kid who cries', 'the one who gets lost' and the roster of dishes. So many dishes.
Next followed memories of mosquito bites, severe sunburn, not to forget stomach bugs and the embarrassing results.
I'm grateful my son is still in primary school.
As the camp stories years advanced there were tales of drinking, even getting drunk for the first time, sneaking out at night and other nocturnal activities I didn't need to know.
I also heard one story of a student getting third degree burns to his hands while falling into a fire blindfolded during a trust exercise.
I'll be so keen to hear all my son's stories when I pick him up from school tomorrow when the camp is over.
After I do the physical check I will then assess his need for a psychological one.
If not for him, then for me.