A young friend's prize winning, pinewood derby car and his ribbon. He was so proud. Don't you love this?
I'd like to win a ribbon like that one day. Seriously, isn't that the best little ribbon you have ever seen? Maybe I should start some kind of wild mamas scouting group. Neither of my kids has any interest in joining the scouts groups and that's ok, but I do. It's kind of like my secret desire to climb on a bus headed for summer camp. I hated my only experience with sleep-away camp. One week of 4-H camp in a forested part of Louisiana where I literally felt sick to my stomach all week long and I couldn't wait to return home. And yet, I listen to Adam and others gleefully reminisce about their summer camp experiences and it suddenly just seems so appealing. Staying in cabins, crafting, canoeing, camp fires, camp songs, and the jolly summer time camaraderie of it all. Does anything like that exist for adults? Am I the only weird one out there who yearns to win a pinewood derby ribbon and pack my bags for summer camp?