I was the counselor who got fired

It was 1967 I think, and I got a summer job as a camp counselor in a sleep away camp from the  "Y".
It was located  on Lake Stahahe .  Some nice counselors, I remember Rochelle, Ann and  JB from Grand St. who played guitar and  sang Spider and  the Fly. I was  a great  counselor, i could relate  well to  7 year olds.  I told them my turtle story ( see other my past blogs).  One kid saved his poop in a trunk the whole summer. It turns out he was afraid to go out to the latrine at night.  I knew something smelled funny in our cabin.  In general the kids were fun and  we  laughed and joked alot. Even went on salamander hunts.
      We did arts and crafts, and  I made a mosaic of an archer.  It was the first mosaic i ever made , and the last.  Another counselor and myself worked on it.  We had to  break  our own tiles with a hammer, to get  different shapes , and  we painted the tiles so we had different colors.  The mosaic came out  so good.  It was put up for auction and the camp kept the money, they claimed it was camp property.  Oh well.
   Anyway,  all counselors were directed to  play sports with the kids..  The kids watched  the counselor softball game,  and  me with real long hair  didn't appear to be an athlete.  I was  playing second base. In those days most  athletes had short hair.  I made the most incredible diving  catch   and  got a nice round of applause.  Now it was time to get the kids to play something.  So I figured, some kids are great at sports and others  aren't. The ones that aren't will be  made fun of or picked on.  So inspired by the  film "Blow Up"  and  Antonioni film, and  a fantastic film that  everyone should see,  I got an idea.  In Blow Up there is a scene of a tennis match and  there is no ball, you just hear it.  In my camp volley ball game, I decided not to have a volley ball.  The kids  lined up on both sides of the  net.  I showed them the  ball hitting technique, and  how to  jump and slam the ball. These kids were great at  my version of volleyball.  No ball, great shots, all the kids were stars.  We were having the greatest time.  That is, until the camp director, walked by and  stopped in his tracks.  The  "hippie' counselor has all these kids waving their hands  and hitting imaginary volley ball. The director  shook his head in disbelief..  He made us stop , and  then said to me,  " you are trouble, you are fired".   Gee,  the day before  "tip day", when the parents tipped the counselors. That really sucked.   So, I left, but I knew I was the coolest counselor they ever had.