Slimy little fish in my small soft hand. Looking at the fish intensely with my deep brown eyes as it squirm I raised it in the air and tilted my head. Everyone chanting my name. The smell of campfires and s'mores abundant. I let go of the fish… Hang on let's go back a bit. It was my second week long scout camp and we were up at Camp Mapledale in Payson Canyon. We had been at scout camp three days now and that's when all the games start up. We came outside to a tiny and flimsy kitty pool, full of goldfish, and a little waterslide. We walked out to the group of leaders; They explained the rules. Basically no sabotage and no dropping your fish on your way from the pool to your team's fish bowl where you would put them when you got them.
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