What comes to mind first when I read this blog topic is a situation where I wish I had, had the chance to practice more so that I didn’t feel like I was talking cods-wobble. In 2007, when I signed up for Camp America on my application form it asked what skills I had. Right at the bottom after I had listed my skills I added that I had had horse riding lessons on a weekly basis from 10- 12 years old, so that they would see I was a rounded individual.
It was a great shock to me to discover when I arrived at Camp Wood Haven in Pennsylvania that my role as a camp leader was to be a horse riding instructor which would involve me teaching girl scouts, most of which had horses of their own and had been riding for years. 'Out of my depth' is a perfect phrase for how I felt and ‘winging it’ is how it worked out.