Barn dance

Three days till Bad Girl gets released... is this something we should worry about?

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We weathered the rain and drove to Ross Creek last night for the end-of-summer barn dance. Not since high school gym class -- back in the day when bloomers were required gym apparel -- have I promenaded or sashayed my partner. Not that I did much of it last night; it's harder than it looks and all that bouncing around provides quite a workout. Pat's arthritic knees weren't much of an excuse for me to avoid dancing because there were plenty of other people looking for partners, but after one set, that was it for me.

Not so my sixteen-year-old son. He was a dancing fool all night long. It's hard to believe this kid who just two months ago refused to go to a dance was on the floor square dancing. He even let his partner talk him into a waltz.

That's what the experience of going to camp this summer did for him. He pushed himself out of his comfort zone, got away from his parents, and learned that looking foolish isn't the worse thing in the world.

Next week, we're spending a couple of days in Keji Provincial Park on the "Not Back to School Camping Trip." He's never camped before and has a decided disinterest in the outdoors, but is now willing to give it a try.

How cool is that?

Colleen