The shortest distance between two points is a straight line
As a young child I was privileged enough to join the Boy Scouts. I was nearly eleven when I first went away to summer camp for a week. I believe that I had more fun than anybody else there. I bet (looking back on the experience) that every kid there would say that he had the best time there. I excelled in the Boy Scouts. I learned all sorts of fun things. At the time I learned how to build fires, cook food, set-up a campsite, stay safe while swimming in a lake, get along with and look out for others, and tie knots. I also had to pack for the camp-outs that I went on. If they lasted for more than two days then I typically would have to wash clothes. Looking back on the experience; that lasted well into high school, all we did was have fun. It took me until I had completed my Eagle Scout requirements, received the badge, and went off to another camp unrelated to the Boy Scouts, for me to begin realizing what all of those (fun) things I was doing were for.
