Trust
Hayley S.

“Calm down everyone, the buses are here.” “Yeah!” “Come on!” “I want the last row!” “No fair!” Here we go an the way to Sargent Camp.

* * Forty Five Minutes Later * *

“Yeah.” “Wa hoo.” “Lets go.” Here we go, on the bus to Sargent Camp.

* * Approaching “The” Sign * *

As I looked out the closest window I saw a sign that read... Sargent Camp 3.4 miles. Suddenly, “Yeah!” “Wa hoo!” “Here we are!” “Yes!”

The first thing I learned at Sgt. Camp was the rules of the dining hall. One of the most important things I learned was... TRUST! I learned it in many different ways though, here are some.

One way was during bookshelves. Bookshelves is when one person stands in the middle and two people stand on the side. The two people on the side are spotting the person in the middle. Spotting is when you stand with your feet maybe one and a half feet apart and your arms bent being ready to support the persons head and lower back. Now this won’t work unless the person in the middle trusts the two people on the out side. You have to feel comfortable in there arms, because the next thing you do is lean/tilt from side to side hoping the two outer people will catch you. That was one way I learned how important trust is.

Now comes the second way I learned about trust. On our second day of our three day trip my work group was learning about ecosystems. While doing this our counselor took us on a blind folded hike. He told us to slowly sit down, while sitting down my counselor took a girl. He walked with her to a little brook maybe knee high. Above the water there were two wires about five feet apart. Slowly he helped the girl up to the wires. Suddenly people started peeking and blabbing then more people started to peek. There it was, our trust was broken. Our counselor came over. “Guys, I could hear you from over there. That is not cool. You broke our trust.” That was that. Our trust had been broken.

Those were just two of the valuable lessons of trust that I learned at Sargent Camp.

As the bus slowly and painfully pulled away from Sargent Camp it was hard to look back. I saw the smiling faces of he singing counselors trying to cheer us up. You may think: Why? Why cheer them up? They were just at a wonderful place. Well, that’s what made it so hard to look back, the thought of leaving a wonderful place like Sargent Camp. The things you saw as you looked back were the smiling faces of the people you spent your day with, the people that made you time special, and the people that you trusted for those three days.