Some years ago, LLYC discontinued the banana plate – probably because it’s pretty stinking scary. As a 12 year old, there is nothing more frightening than being forced to take that one yellow plate you know is a ticket straight into the river! It didn’t matter if you’d showered and gussied up for dinner, the banana plate had sympathy for no one. And, despite kicking and screaming, Program Crew would toss you into the water and head back to work without a second thought.

It’s not that we didn’t have our own tough banana plate issues at home, but that was our biggest stress-monster at camp. And I’m glad my generation couldn’t escape the banana plate, because life as a big kid is full of them. I think it was good practice for us.

For more on plates, especially broken ones, check out this great High Calling article:

http://www.thehighcalling.org/faith/broken-and-restored#.UgPnmK8o7IU