I think we can all benefit from a funny story. So I would like to tell you a little story about something that happened during a night at camp: 

During the summer of 2019 I was an admin living in the nurses cabin. Sometimes I would fill in for the nurses (they were emts) when they were out and about camp or it was late at night. Usually at night we get the usual bedtime medication crew and the occasional “stomach ache” that was really just homesickness. Nothing I can’t handle.

It was getting to be the end of bedtime meds when we saw a group of three kids (affectionately call a truddy) coming up the steps. They were all CITs laughing and smiling. None of them had bedtime meds so I was a little confused. Then I looked at them and one was covered head to toe in bleeding cuts. What the h*ck could have happened? They told me that they were reading bedtime stories to a group of younger kids when [name of child redacted] fell off a tent. Alright I get that. I’ve slipped off tents plenty of times. But I’ve never been covered in scratches. I asked what I was missing. [Child] looked me right in the eye and said “Well I did such a good job reading that I did a little dance, then I fell off the tent, and apparently I landed in a prickle bush.” Well that will do it. 

I cleaned her up and used at least two rolls of gauze because there were just so many scratches. The truddy went back to their own unit and I called their counselor just to give them the heads of what happened.

The next morning at flag I saw someone ask what happened to her. [Child] just looked up and said “bedtime stories.”