Raise the bananas

Every year our scout troop would go to Camp Chris Dobbins at Peaceful Valley Scout ranch near Franktown, Colorado. Like every year in the past the camp director would always ban a certain word. You weren’t allowed to say it at all during the week.

One year it was ice cream all week we weren’t allowed to use the word. But his counselors would divert his attention and tell him there was an incident somewhere in the camp that he had to take care of, and he would disappear. Most of the times this was done during lunch and when he returned, we would blurt out the banned word. One week the banned word was ice cream, all week we couldn’t use the word ice cream. his counselor had him leave on some perceived emergency and when he returned, we all blurted you scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream. Then his guilty counselors would run out of the dining hall. He would say to us not to be led astray.

On Thursday night as the camp week was winding down, we would all gather to have homemade ice-cream. As we are enjoying the treat here comes the camp director. He figures out we are having an ice-cream social and tries to break it up. His assistant director has him try the cold treat, then all suddenly he loves ice-cream.

The week were there the word bananas was banned. So, we tortured the camp director with the chant of we want bananas. I’m mister innocent and come up…