When it came time to write last night, I forgot my plan to reminisce about the year I went to 4-H Snow Camp. I must have been in about ninth grade, and I dunno why I wanted to go, probably to fit in. I have no recollection of how we got there (rented school bus?), or of how big our group was, or even what the scheduled activities were.
What I remember is that The Boys decided to throw The Girls into the snow. I was having none of it, and fought and kicked, and soon was left alone—so much for fitting in.
2 February 2026 at 9:25 am
kayak woman says:
Yeah, that whole “fitting in” thing. Didn’t quite until adulthood. Still don’t exactly but don’t give a hoot.