4-H

Yep, I was a 4-H kid. Nope, it had nothing to do with animals. (Are you kidding? I don't do animals, as you probably already know. I hope I never touch a horse. Or a cow. Or a chicken. I have before, but I'm seriously OCD about ever touching any living animal that is not human. If you see me and want to throw a rotten tomato at me for that, I will totally understand. I don't know why I'm so averse to animals).

Anyway, the point is, I was in 4-H as a kid. Not only was I in 4-H, my parents were the leaders of our group. We had such fun! Me and my brother and sister and my friends. My parents were the coolest, ours was the house where all the neighbor kids came to play because my parents welcomed them and loved kids and didn't worry about how messy it would make the house or how loud and annoying we were. And I'm sure we were. But anyway, I mentioned before about how we went camping a lot, and a lot of those camping trips were 4-H camping trips.

The biggest thing I remember from 4-H is that we did cake decorating. Most of us never got to tips, we just frosted and used candy to decorate. But oh how awesome it was. One year (was it only one? can't remember) we entered our cakes into the county fair. My brother Sam's cake that was decorated like a slice of pizza made it to state, and the rest of us got blue ribbons--at least most of us did, but it's fuzzy so I can't remember if everyone did. Still, it was totally fun.

Years later, when I heard people talking about 4-H as mostly about agriculture and animals, I didn't believe them. Didn't they know that 4-H was for decorating cakes and going camping? Silly people.