Hard to believe we’re already in the last week of summer vacay. Last Friday I was invited to a final family Y camp barbecue at Meadow Park. Reminder for next year: Bring our own barbecue if we want to eat at lunchtime. Or eat.
So we’re sitting in the shade under the trees with dozens of other kids in orange shirts and Jake says, gesturing to a group of tweens in blue shirts, “Those are the LDPs.”
They’re separated from the main group, huddled together, staring at something that seems to be on the ground. They never look at each other. At some point they all laugh in unison and then go back to fixing their collective gaze at something exceedingly captivating. I’m assuming LDP stands for something like Leadership Development Program…
“So what are LDPs? Like counselors in training?”
Jacob replies disdainfully, ”Yeah. They just want to be LDPs so they can boss littler kids around. And look at their phones.”
A beat.
”I can’t wait till I’m an LDP.”