notes from camp blazing trails
so today at work (a YMCA camp) one of my kids called to me, "hey sarah, listen to what he's saying" and the kid sitting beside him said, "I dont believe in God," grinning proudly. all the surrounding kids kinda gasped and looked at me, then the kid, then to me again. i just started laughing to myself, my face in my hands, aware that one of my uberbaptist supervisors was right behind me. some kid starts spouting about him going to hell and whatnot, and so i finally spoke, saying, "hush, you should respect his beleifs, whatever they may be" and the ass-director jumped in loudly saying they needed to stop talking about that and should talk about archery instead.
being around little kids has again overcome me with fearing of fucking up my own kids. there's this one sullen boy who often ignores me. at parent day yesterday, i met his parents, and now i totally understand.
and let me say little boys are sooo mean, and will make each other cry for fun. they frequently hit each other in the balls for no reason. literally no reason. and they eagerly admit to doing it too.
overall i see that little kids just dont know to hide their "bad" character traits yet, as the rest of us have learned to do.
being around little kids has again overcome me with fearing of fucking up my own kids. there's this one sullen boy who often ignores me. at parent day yesterday, i met his parents, and now i totally understand.
and let me say little boys are sooo mean, and will make each other cry for fun. they frequently hit each other in the balls for no reason. literally no reason. and they eagerly admit to doing it too.
overall i see that little kids just dont know to hide their "bad" character traits yet, as the rest of us have learned to do.