I zoned back in. I slowly started to remember wear I was. Oshkosh. The wonderful sound of laughing and the sweet smell of funnel cakes filled the air. I was looking for a place to eat. There was so many choices from different ethnicities and cultures. I looked around to see how everybody acted. Africans, Asians, Europeans, Australians, Americans, both Northern and Southern were all gathered in one place for one specific purpose. Praising God.
“Hey, do you want to pin trade,” an unfamiliar boy said.
“Sure,” I replied happily.
Oshkosh is the only place to talk to strangers and feel comfortable with it. He pulled out his hefty pin collection and I pulled mine. It was fun meeting new people and seeing new cultures. Some people lived where I could only dream to go. We ended up not trading. No hard feelings about, but I got to learn about a new culture without having to go to their country.
Pin trading at Oshkosh is a way of life. If you have lot of pins you get respect from everyone. If you had none, then you had to get some because pin trading is half of the Oshkosh experience.
If you ever go to Oshkosh, have fun. Let God flow through and let yourself get closer to him. Over 1,000 people have been baptized and it has been amazing. God has truly blessed this camp and he will for many, many more camporees to come.