I watched as one teenager after another climbed the high platform, hooked into the harness, and jumped with a whoosh into the trees. This was the last course at T Bar M camp, where I volunteered with a youth ministry and mentored a group of girls. All mine had been through it and survived, so had the boys. My feet were very happy planted firmly on the ground. “It’s called the Screamer or the Breath-Taker. You see, people either scream their lungs out or not make a sound at all. Which one do you think you are?” The camp supervisor…
Lost In A Lightning Minute
We were innocently playing with beads that you can iron and form into different shapes. My kids made characters from a favorite game. I never thought we’d call creatures like creeper and enderman interesting art! In this game, the good and bad guys are easy to pick out. No one likes the bad guys, but they like defeating them. Then my son heard a “bing” and checked a mobile game we very occasionally let him play. It’s one that has access to group play, but we only encourage adventures with friends. Without our knowledge, he’d joined a group that looked…
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