I went here for a few years for my church camp. Hello to all who went.
This is why it gets 5 star: 2 of the 3 years I went-- I ended up in the ER at a nearby Jefferson City hospital. And both times I missed the talent show, which is great for me, as I have no talent. My 3rd year I refused to practice a talent because I thought it would be going to the ER right before the talent show. Well I didn't and I ended up in some half-ass skit.
ER trip 1... my 1st church camp experience. Well, almost everyone in my cabin would make fun of this kid (excluding me) until he went crazy. His shield: a pillow. His weapon: a can of Off (bug repellent). Spraying anyone who would come close. Our cabin needed a hero, or a fool as it came to be. I'm that fool. I just walk up to him, nothing covering me and use every line from the movies I can think of when they are calming the jumper down: "You don't want to do this. Think of the children." I'm about four feet from him and then he turns the can on me and sprays when I'm mid-word, mouth wide open-- Off strait in. I shallow every drop of that crap. (Note to self: change that line later) They rush me up to the main building, sit me down, send someone to get their car and tell me to drink water. Water sucks, lemonade is better I think and down goes the lemonade. Not the best idea. End up spending a few hours at the ER. Mother called. missed talent show.
ER trip 2.) Hot summer day, just finished a swim when Darren (one of my brothers) decides to impress himself and start the ole game of towel whip. I take a couple cheap shots until he starts to get more into it and I know my only way of survival is running. Fast and Hard. My little legs start up and I have to run past Darren who's now getting encouraged to hurt his little brother. I'm in full run now, a few feet past Darren when he whips my kneecap right as I put all my weight on it, causing me to go down it some weird way. The gravel we were on would prove to be not the best thing to fall very hard onto.
My right hand hit 1st, taking up a lot of little rocks into it. My right knee bounced off a bigger gravel piece and slid across several pieces before my face hit. Bye bye glasses. Luckily the blood from my hand and knee softened the blow to the face, which still opened my face some. The big cut was my knee. It was a gash really. Blood couldn't stop running down my entire body. Bye bye brother.
I ran to my cabin, only after a few girls saw me, freaked out and ran to the camp director, who easily followed the trail of blood to get to me. Once again, that dude was called to take me to the hospital. Once again, I missed out on the talent show.
So that's my talent. Talent show coming up? Watch how I get out of it. read more