Settlers and Indians

Intermission: It was summer of 1982, and my parents had enrolled me in Camp Cabot, a day camp run by the St. John’s YMCA. Every morning I, along with the sixty other campers and a dozen teenage counsellors, travelled on rickety school buses to reach the campsite, a vast, wooded area a few kilometres outside the city. I was ten years old, and I was not the outdoors type. I was also not the kind of child who delighted in games of that era like Duck Duck Goose, which we played at camp. I imagine that like many people, I would rather forget such games. However, there was one game we played called Settlers and Indians. That one’s worth remembering.