Embarassing Moment

The summer after my senior year in high school started with a trip to camp. But this wasn’t just any camp, this was church camp, and not just any church camp, it was a work camp. For a week members of churches from all over the state were brought to Camp Aldersgate to bunk.

Every day we were sent to our specified houses to work on them, since the owners couldn’t afford professional help. My group, the only group of people over the age of 18, got stuck with the one thing I was scared of, the roof. But I braved the heights for the aid of this woman, who had two children ages seven and one.

The first day of work was spent tearing off old shingles and tar paper with crowbars and hammers. While we were doing this we tended to dance and sing to the Backstreet Boys albums and just have a lot of fun. There were dear running around the backyard so we would watch them, we also liked to joke around with our leaders that Matt, one of the group members, fell through the roof.

Because we were tearing the roof apart, there were a lot of nails sticking out and we had to make sure to get all of them so we could replace the rotten wood. I had a system going, of ripping off sections of shingles, nails and paper then moving to the next section.

As I moved to a new section my leaders announced that it was time for lunch and we had to get off the roof to eat. As I stood up I heard a loud ripping noise. I figured I had just caught the leg of my pants on a stray nail, but then I felt a breeze. I immediately felt my face grow warm and flushed. I had managed to rip my jeans all the way in half right on my butt. To make matters worse I was the first one down the ladder and the seven year old boy, who insisted on helping us, was holding the ladder for me.

They called me sweet cheeks the rest of the week.