06 February 2011 : Written by A Camping Ninja
After a conversation my Ninja Papa had with some other people staying at the campsite while brushing his teeth in the morning, we'd all been invited over to a party at the caravans by the lake.
As dusk fell, we wandered over to the party to find everyone sitting outside, gathered around a camp fire with one man playing the guitar. It was just like the other nights dream of the guitar dancing around a camp fire. Freaky. We joined the circle and sat down. Bobble hatted and blanketed, and clutching a cup of hot toddy, the big sing song began.
A couple of songs later and the guitar was passed on to our family. I really hoped it wasn't for what I thought it was for, but most unfortunately it was. I gulped down the rest of my hot toddy but still I wasn't drunk enough to loose all my ninja credibility and sing with a guitar in front of a load of camping strangers. My Ninja Papa however didn't have an issue with that.
He picked up the guitar and began strumming his way through a few verses of Kumbaya. Oh crumbs, I thought to myself. He wasn't?... Was he really singing that song? So embarrassing!!!
'Oh no, he is' I muttered angrily as the realisation set in. The one time I wanted our family to make a good impression and my Dad had chosen to sing Kumbaya! Of all the songs to choose. I was mortified. And to make matters worse, my tone deaf Ninja Grand Papa sang along out of tune in the ancient ninja language of Ninjaaa, like very bad karaoke. I bowed my head in shame and watched on, as all the following campers sang cool songs.
It was the night that seemed to drag on forever...
When I woke up the next morning, I shook my head and once again asked 'of all the songs to sing, why did you choose that one? Why Kumbaya?... What was wrong with Billie Jean … or Voodoo Chile … or something really cool like the Locomotion?'...