Remembering My First OYP

The other day, I was going through some old boxes and found the OYP photo from my first year as a delegate. And it dawned on me that OYP has been part of my life for 30 years now.

I can't remember everything that happened over that weekend. But there are so many things that I can remember as if they happened yesterday:

  • getting freaked out after being told that I couldn't board the bus because there were already too many people whose name had the first letter as mine, and they had reached their quota (a prank as it turns out - if this happens to you, don't believe them);
  • being cheered by the first time I spoke out in the House (I said that convicted drunk drivers should be forced to get a big pink tattoo of the words "Drunk Driver" on their foreheads, backwards so that every time they looked in the mirror they'd know what a horrible person they were);
  • exchanging notes with "the girl in the 2nd row Government, third from the end" as I described her to the Pages, and finally getting the nerve to ask her for a dance, and shouting out "Yes!" when I got her note back suggesting it be to "Stairway to Heaven" because it's an 8-minute long song (that's also the last time I had what could even remotely pass as "game");
  • being shocked when, during the Love Auction, a Cabinet member yelled out the suggestion that the right to hit me in the face with a whipped-cream pie become an impromptu Love Auction item (it eventually went for over $100, with most of Cabinet chipping in some);
  • getting about 30 hugs during vespers because the ID Minister suggested that everyone hug someone wearing a blue shirt - and then hugging a bunch of other people, as they went through the full rainbow (if you're new to OYP, you'll quickly find out, we're a bunch of huggers).

Over the years, there have been so many more weekends, so many more good times, so many more friendships made.

I hope you take away from this weekend life-long memories, and that OYP becomes as special a part of your life as it has been in mine.

Written by Bob Kapur
Photo by Nic Hull (of Carol Mason, Tim Ralph, Bob Kapur)