Camp.

        

      I am completely obsessed with my job. Partly because I don't have to sit in a stuffy building all day that smells like grease while people yell at me for getting their overly complicated order wrong, and partly because I get to do go on hikes with three year olds, while singing One Direction with them. I can't even begin to express how much these children mean to me. But, of course, I'm going to try.

       Our group name? The Oh La La Olallieberries. Does it make sense? Of course not. Is it one of the most phenomenal group names to ever exist on this planet? Why, yes; yes it is. 

        I had eight three year olds, that were all about to turn four. Every last one of them was incredible. And trust me when I say that. No one could have formed a better group. They were all friends, and they all loved to watch the others succeed. Anyone who has worked with kids this age knows that this is no small feat. Let me explain.

        One of the activities that we do at camp is swim. Or at least we try to. Some kids are like fish, and others want nothing to do with the water. I mean, it's understandable. But one of the frustrating things about going to the pool is helping the kids change afterwards. Because they don't know how to do it. One day, my counselor team and I decided that it was time to let our kids change on their own, as we had plenty of time until we had to be at our next activity. It went a little something like this.

        "Emma! Which hole do I put my head in?" "Emmaaaaa, where's my other sock?" "EMMA! I NEED HELP!" Needless to day, it was a mess. However, I had a few girls that had no trouble pulling on their socks and shoes, and were done in no time. So as I was helping one of my campers find their mysterious missing sock, I turned around to find my already dressed girls helping her twin brother with his clothes.

        "No, the tag goes in the baaaack!...yeah! Like that!" And as velcro shoes are quite difficult, she even helped him with those. It was one of those moments when my campers taught ME something, rather than the other way around. If someone needs help, help them. It's really quite simple. 

        Like I said, I'm obsessed with my job. From the kid that sings "I Love Rock and Roll" while he air guitars, to the little girl that asks if she can hold my hand. I would not be the same person I am without them.

        And that, my friends, is quite special.