bedlam.

Yesterday was a relatively low-key day in my arena. Our afternoon OA was Games With OAP, so it was easy and uneventful. The night OA was the best part of the day. We had this game called Bedlam Ball, which is where we essentially take like 150 or 200 inflatable balls (like the ones in the cages at Wal-Mart) and put them in a pile on the Lower Green. We then divide the campers up into teams, and they all try and score on other teams' goals. It is absolute insanity down there when those kids run at the balls. The best part is seeing the kids completely smack each other with balls. The job for the staff is to stand around the edge of the circle of play and kick balls back into the center. Now, we do not TRY and hit kids with balls. But, being honest, that is only because it is too hard to aim. So, we just take our chances. Well, my chances turned out to be quite painful for one small child. I kicked a ball at full force and it hit him on the side of his face. He made the mistake of turning towards me as he grabbed his face and, as luck would have it, the next ball smacked him with just as much force full in the face. He went down... fast. I felt bad, but giggled a little too. Yes, I giggled. Whatever. There is one child in my tribe who cries all the time about everything. He hates everything we eat and he just makes me want to punch babies. And, his number came up last night. He got a ball straight to his pouting face. He cried, stormed to the side, and whined for the remainder of the night. This is a really short post... but yesterday wasn't anything incredible. But wait for tomorrow's post. You will hear about a Coke truck. Ok, that's all.