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Too proud of our pad My best friend, Wanda, and I at age 10 headed off to 4-H Camp in Swannanoa, N.C. Upon arriving and checking in, we were told to select our cabin. Wanda and I darted for the largest and unpacked in a whirlwind. We had unknowingly picked the counselor’s cabin with its own bathroom and extra set of beds. We assumed we would have to move, but we whined and groveled until the new counselor agreed to bunk elsewhere, allowing us to stay. At dinner, our mates gave us the cold shoulder as we flaunted our superiority. We didn’t care. We had our own private “pad.” The following evening, two senior counselors arrived to claim their space. They immediately relocated us to the bunks scrunched in the corner. A curtain was pulled to divide the room and they strongly advised us that we should settle down and go to sleep. We no longer ruled our domain. The next morning we begged to change cabins, but we were told none of the other girls wanted to bunk with us. We humbled ourselves, whined and groveled again until someone took us in. Sometimes a valuable lesson is not learned until we suffer a surprise wake-up call. Sandy Dahlofer | Clyde |
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