Thoughts of an Unknown Camper

It’s my first day at Camp Akiva. It rained earlier today, and now, I’m supposed to be doing something called a “dance off.” I don’t dance. Mainly, it is because I don’t know how. No one has every taught me any “real” dance steps. If I try it, I might look silly.

We go into a really big room where a nice lady named Kristen is telling us we’re gonna dance to some fun music. Then the music starts, and all the counselors and most of the campers start moving, jumping, twisting.

Here’s what I think:

• The music is weird.
• Dancing looks odd.
• These people are weird.
• Ok, some of them do have good rhythm.
• There is some very odd dancing going on… something called a conga line?

I write these thoughts down and put my journal on my seat. Then another lady comes and invites me to dance with her. I don’t answer her right away, but then she says, “I don’t know how to do it, but it looks like fun. Will you try it with me?”

I take her hand and begin swinging from side to side. Hey! This is fun.