Each summer, Methodist Youth Fellowship members from the entire south side of Chicago went to a MYF camp in the country south of Chicago. I particularly remember the 1948 camp. There were about sixty teenagers at this camp. At the beginning of the camp, the youth in each cabin held a meeting for the purpose of deciding what the cabin wanted for activities for the week and to elect the cabin's representative to the Camp Council. Since this meeting in my cabin seemed to be floundering, I took a lead in getting consensus as to what our cabin wanted. Naturally, I was elected to represent the cabin at the Camp Council. At the first meeting of the Camp Council, I also took the lead in getting the group to make decisions. As a result of my participation, I was elected to be the Camp President. The camp was really run by adult leaders and staff. The role of the Camp President and the Camp Council was to select and organize special activities. I was especially involved in planning and directing the camp talent show. I wrote and took a leading part in one of the skits in the show. I don't remember all of the details of this skit. It had something to do with me being beaten down by many adversaries such as fears, failures and other forces of evil until it began to appear that I was on the verge of surrendering to them. Then in a sudden unexpected surge of strength, I powerfully attacked and vanquished my adversaries.