When I was 12 years old, my 4-H friends (finally) convinced me to attend State 4-H Camp. They had tried for the previous couple of years, but frankly I didn’t get the appeal. Maybe that’s because my aunt and uncle lived at the camp year round, so to me it was just a place I went once in awhile to see family. The idea of attending a full week of camp there certainly didn’t seem all that appealing.
But that changed during the opening campfire program the first night I was there…
Learning the Story
It was dusk when we entered the campfire area and sat in our assigned groups on the wooden benches that formed what I would come to learn was known as the “council circle.”
Then the leader of the camp entered the circle and walked to the bench on the other side that they all referred to as “council rock.” [Read more…]