The kids heard about it at their elementary school and decided that anything including a helicopter and bouncy balls would be well worth their time to attend.
We took the mile walk up hill and stood patiently outside the yellow caution tape.
The hope was to come home with a hundred bouncy balls a piece, or at the least, a handful.
In the end standing slightly uphill was a bad idea and all of the balls ended up in other peoples hands.
The balls we did get were given to us out of pity by those that were "downhillers".
I found out a great thing about kids, something I know I need to learn.
When a group of college students saw our balls they asked for 1each as a souvenir.
This happened over and over until the kids were down to just 1or 2 themselves.
Over protective mom jumped in and told the kids to hide what was left in their pockets before another Aggie strolled by.
The kids laughed at me and shrugged off my suggestion.
One of the kids told me " They are just rubber".
True.
Why keep a small piece of rubber that someone else genuinely wants?
The real souvenir was the memory of a really close helicopter dropping Thousands of brightly colored balls and watching them bounce crazily in a parking lot filled with screaming "fans".
What else would we need?
1 comment:
that's pretty cool!!!! Lisa
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