Returning to camp even in an ancillary role triggers Pavlovian responses to everyday occurances. Today, I saw some kids running past the camp office and reflexively yelled “slow down, please!”
Camper 1: We’ll never make it to the shooting sports meeting if we don’t run!
Camper 2: I have an idea. Let’s powerwalk. Keep one foot on the ground at all times.
Camper 1 (now feverishly pumping his arms like a New Years inspired housewife): You’re *inhale* a genius *inhale*.
The geriatric sports champions of tomorrow are at Ockanickon today!