Six Flags
Today I went to Six Flags with the kids from camp. I wish I had a video camera to video tape some of the kids faces when they first experienced what it was like to ride a rollercoaster. Their faces were filled with fear as they felt their bodies crushed by gravity and the speed of movement. One kid described it as their stomach and heart being taken by the rollercoaster. What was funny and annoying at the same time was how the kids rode a ride over and over again. We would ride each rollercoaster or water slide until it was fully taken in. It was like eating a soup and sucking out the marrow out of the bone.
A kid asked me, “Will you be here next year?” I said, “We will see.” He said, “Why do all the counselors say the same thing?” I said, “I do not know where life will take me, so I cannot answer your question.” It was so hard to say, “No.” I don’t want to say, “No.” Who can tell the future so prematurely?
I have grown to love these children in DC. I feel like I am doing something honorable and fulfilling. I will miss the children a lot. Today I felt so great because I feel like I know most of the names of the kids at camp. I was sitting at lunch just talking to the kids that would walk nearby. It is a great feeling when you can call a child and they come to you.
One of my favorite things that I do every morning is take a little 5 year old for a morning walk when he gets to camp. One day he wanted to explore what was behind some stairs around the backside of the church. So I took him exploring. We would walk and smell flowers and I would ask him different colors of things he could see. One day there was a counselor reading behind a window. So I threw a rock at the window to get her attention so we could wave at her. Now the little guy wants to throw rocks at every window. It is so cool that every morning he comes to me and wants to go for a walk.