What if he had gone to camp?

Last week Ron and I were woken up at 2 am by loud knocking on our front door – apparently a 16 year old had been seen breaking into cars in our neighborhood, and the police came down our road in time to catch him rooting through our cars in the driveway.

Aside from the obvious shock of being startled awake in the middle of the night, and knowing that someone had violated our personal space in what I have always considered to be a VERY safe place to live, I was also disturbed to learn that the person who broke into our cars was also a neighbor – someone who lived not far down the road from us.

A sense of community is very important to me. It’s the reason I moved back home to Perth after living in Toronto for a few years. The “takes a village to raise a child” mentality is one of the main reasons I started camp. I think about my 16 year old junior counselors who work so hard to care for our campers, and what makes them different from the 16 year old who tried to steal from me. I think about my screening process for those staff. Most importantly, I think about our little “sprouts” campers at four and five years old. What are we doing for those kids, so that they will never find themselves in that position? This is a great motivational question for me as I look forward to Summer 2012.

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