Was asked to post about the happenings during the camp fire and so, here it is. Due to the last minute notification and no invitation letter received, ended up three scouters attending the event, without troop members. Dull. They had a video presentation, interesting enough, with the idea of black cat and counterstrikes. Funny thing was, we tend to not behave like the other scouts did, unlike the times when we were still senior scouts; we yelled, we took part in the activities and games, we walked around making new friends, getting names, signatures and contacts; no more. In another word, we were somehow being not us, at least not when we enjoy ourselves to the fullest, fooling around and telling jokes, with certain limitations; we were taking care of our manners, our behaviors in front of the crowd, of all the parents and teachers, of the other members. Perhaps this is one of the cultures, which being performed all around the world, that we stop being us when it comes to a certain age, that we be what the others want us to be, that we be someone we may not be if and only if this is not one of the must. Have you ever wonder which is the real you? Does it ever come to your mind that, this is not a must? Or simply, why? Why are we being no fun when we’ve entered the adulthood? Why do we even bother about what the others have to say about us? Why don’t we step out of the so called “mature zone” and be what we used to be? We just don’t.
