Carin broke the news to me
in the van five miles out of Millers Creek. She held up a magazine and talked
quietly to me from behind it so my parents couldn’t hear what she was
saying.
“This week at camp, I think
we should go on an important mission,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
You can’t really leave camp except to go to Mount Spirit, and that’s with the
counselors. I don’t know what kind of mission Car thought we could go
on.
She looked over the magazine
at my mom and dad. My parents had taken a couple of days vacation to bring us to
camp and visit Aunt Carrie, who lives about a half an hour away from camp. Mom
already had the summer off because she’s a teacher, but Dad is a pastor, so he
had to take a special vacation since it was Sunday and
all.
Dad was singing off-key and
tapping on the steering wheel in time to the Steven Curtis Chapman song that
played on the radio. Mom was reading a book. I don’t know how she could
concentrate on what she was reading with my dad singing so badly next to her.
Car ducked back behind the
magazine. “We need to find out about boys this week.”
“What?” I
exclaimed.
Dad looked at us in the
mirror.
“Shh,” Carin
hissed.
“But, Car,” I whispered. “I
don’t want to know about boys. I just started liking them last
year.”
“We are going to be in sixth
grade in a few months,” she said. “In sixth grade there are dances. I think we
need to know about boys before we go to any dances.”
“How are we supposed to find
out about boys at camp?” I asked. “It’s church camp, not dating
camp.”
“You know,” she said,
rolling her eyes. “Camp romances? Camp has lots of those. We can watch all the
people who have camp romances.”
“But there aren’t very many
camp romances at elementary camp,” I pointed out.
Carin sighed and stopped
smiling. I think I was ruining her excitement about camp and
boys.
“Then we’ll ask the
counselors about boys,” she said.
“Why don’t we just ask my
sister?” I asked. “Or Robin?”
“We can’t ask them!” Car
whisper-shouted.
“Why
not?”
“We don’t want anybody we
know to know we are finding out about boys. It’s
embarrassing.”
“But we know the people at
camp,” I said.
“It’s not the same. It’s
different knowing someone at camp and knowing someone at home. We might need to
practice what we learn on the boys at camp. Like one thing I think we should
learn about this week is how to flirt, and then we should practice flirting with
the boys at camp. I think that would be easier than learning how to flirt with
the boys at school.”
I don’t know why, but I
agreed with her. I guess if we had to find out about boys, I’d rather do it at
camp than at home. At home, there was always a chance that someone from your
class at school could see or hear you.
At least at camp if we made
fools out of ourselves learning about boys, nobody from Millers Creek would know
about it unless someone from camp moved to Millers Creek, but that would never
happen. It is very rare to see someone from camp in the real world. Once we saw
Blaine Adams at a fast food restaurant in Escanaba, and at first I didn’t even
recognize him. I’d only ever known him as a counselor at junior high camp. It
was weird to see him ordering a burger and fries.
“Okay,” I said. “I guess
that’s an okay idea.”
“Okay?” she said.
“Okay? It’s a fabulous, wonderful, perfect idea!”
I didn’t know about that.
Car is outgoing, but I’m usually shy. The idea of flirting with boys did not
sound so good to me. But Car had a point. It would be a lot easier to flirt with
boys at camp than at school. If I had to learn about boys sometime, I guess this
was the best week to do that.
The rest of the ride to
camp, I felt queasy. I’ve never been carsick before, so it couldn’t have been
that. Camp is a safe, fun place. But not if you have to flirt with boys there.
That made me nervous.
Last year I was worried on
the ride to camp because I thought I wouldn’t know anybody, like maybe all my
friends wouldn’t come back. I wasn’t worried about not knowing anybody this
year. I felt like I was going to puke because I was scared of having to learn
about boys.