Mud Pit of Doom

The other week I made the 3 hour trip North to Camp Crossroads so I could be worked 23 hours a day leading seven 10 year old boys to activities, filling them with sugar and be at their constant beck and call for a week...for free. 
Cabin leading is something I actually love, I feel as if the generation coming up right now is going to be so filled with hand sanitizer, alcohol swabs, type II diabetes and Nintendo wii fit that they won't have any idea how to actually do things like "running, sports or anything that involves moving things other than their thumbs".  This is where Camp swoops in and detoxes children from game boy and over protective parents. 
The pinnacle of ensuring kids stay kids is the mud pit at camp. 
I am an unbelievably passionate advocate for the mud pit at Camp.  I feel as if this pit of glorious is the barrier that needs to be broken down in order to ensure kids don't grow up drowning themselves with anti-bacterial soap.  It's something I absolutely love, more now than when I was a camper.  Which is why when a kid is afraid to go in the mud pit, it breaks my little mud pit heart. 

This past week I had a camper come up with a medical situation, the situation being he doesn't want to go in the mud pit.  Not medical in the least, but that's not the point.  The point is that it was deemed important enough that it couldn't be under behavioural but had to be under medical. 
That's fine, there's nothing wrong with NOT going in the mud pit, I'm not going to drag you kicking and screaming into the mud pit. 
But just in case I was, I got a personal letter, a verbal warning from each of the Nurses, one from him and his buddy and like I said before it was on his medical sheet.  
Again, this breaks my little mud pit heart that he doesn't want to go in, but I'm not a fascist dictator.  I'm not going to throw pieces of mud at him when he least expects it.  It's the other part that drives me nuts.  It's the "no matter what, he won't go in".  It's the "he doesn't like aggressive activities". 
This is a kid who bragged to me about having a bloody nose, this is the kid who played "death ball" during his free time.  From what I understand he had a bad experience from last year.  Who knows what happened, but one thing is for sure.  I dove into that mud pit full bore as hard as I could to show how much fun the mud pit can be.  Hopefully a year will come when he can do the same....and maybe one day, we can all live in harmony in the mud pit.