I remember Canooing at summer camp, had dude in the back steering, and me in the front rowing, and he kept trying to steer us into stuff to be a jackass. I kept trying to keep us clear, but you really have so much more control from the back of the boat, anyway, he steered us into the rocks on the other side of the lake then tried to blame it on me. I was like awww heyll naw buddy, and they ended up believing me. What pissed me off is that they wouldn't give me a one seater kayak, as I could see good enough to do it without endangering myself and yeah, kayaking with two people is just well... pointless imo. I did kayaking up at our camp in the mountains this past August in my own boat and my dad and his wife, my little nephew and the little poodle in the canoe. Hell, I went keyaking by myself when I was maybe 15 or so up at camp, I jumped in, and went down the creek by myself and weaved in and out of people swimming, never hitting anyone, so suck it camp counselors. (Yeah I know I got a problem holding grudges). Also, fishing activity in the camp sucked because they put me with this guy, look, I've fished since I was like 5, but they put me with this guy who wanted to do everything himself and barely let me touch the rod. And, this was a camp for people with disabilities, they had people with all ranges of them from blindness, to deafness, physical handicaps and so forth. Some people were in wheel chairs, so they should know how to handle people with disabilities. Oh, and this one time they had BB guns for us to use at the rifle range, they used to have .22 rifles, but that ended before I got there. The fucking counselors, who were brothers, one 17, the other 24, were fucking carrying the guns around pointing at each other and shit, like excuse the fuck out of me? I was 14 at the time, I took both their guns from them and carried them up myself. You do, not, do that shit. I shot my first gun at 7, it was a pistol. But, I don't care if you know next to nothing about guns, it should be common sense that you don't point them at people.
They also had this area called the Senior's lounge for kids 14 and older. I went to that camp twice, once at age 12, the other at 14. I remember when I was 12, looking forward to being able to go into the senior lounge when I was old enough. You know what, when I was 12, it was totally cool, but two years later, they let little kids in there, they jumped up on and ran on the air hockey tables with their shoes on so they didn't work anymore, because dirt clogged up the holes. It wasn't a senior lounge anymore, it was a playpen for the youngest kids. Then when I was 12, the first time they had you take a swimming test to see if you could be allowed to go in the deep end, here's the thing though, if you failed the test, you were restricted to the shallows (which I understand) but also, you were required to wear a damn life jacket? like huh? I passed the test, but I got 3 warnings, because part of the test required that you tread water for 2 minutes, which I did, but I was moving around a bit too much for them, but I fail to see what that matters if I don't stay in one spot, I can move when I need to, and I can tread water, I drift a little when I do, but who cares, if I need to start swimming again, I can, if I get tired, I can turn over on my back and float. I wouldn't ever be so tired that I couldn't make my way over to the wall and grab on though. Oh but I got them back though, I used to be able to hold my breath for like close to 4 minutes back then, so I'd lay on the very bottom of the pool and they didn't know where I was, then I'd just pop up.
When I was 14, I met a friend there who I went to elementary school with. I knew he was having some problems, I knew he had a terminal condition, but man it was a shock and rough to see him in that condition. He remembered me, but he lost a lot of his mental faculties. He used to be really smart, witty, telling jokes and stuff all the time, then he went from that to not being able to learn or retain anything, slowly losing knowledge of stuff, like how to read braille, forgetting stuff like in which order we put our bathroom supplies, etc. So yeah that kinda sucked to see him like that. It's kind of like if you've ever had an older relative with dementia, but happening to a 14 or 15 year old kid. Also, when I was there for the first time, my Uncle died while I was there.
The bipeds think this place belongs to them, how cute.