Saturday, June 19, 2010

Youth reTreat

Waterworks served as the host of the preteen Youth Retreat excursion.  It was a hot Saturday. 
The water, a welcome treat.
The rules, stifling.
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(not so sure about the new location)
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(on the blister maker)
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(and another)
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(a little smile from the apprehensive one)
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(finding the gyser)
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(torturing baby brother for a change)
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(not so sure about this... so he'll pause in favor of making shadow figures)
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(verdict in: I think he likes it!)
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(escaping from Mama)
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(okay, you're up there... now what?)

Luckily, neither of my kids realized just how much the trip pained me... they were unaware of the tension I was feeling.  It seemed like the young teens selected to lifeguard (or rather, to create and enforce rules at random) were a bit color-biased.  I'd like to believe that what I was experiencing wasn't prejudice or some such entity, but it was hard to convince myself that there wasn't just a little more freedom for the lighter patrons of the park.  I don't want my babies growing up in a world where their beautiful brown skin and soft, curly hair is detrimental to their success and happiness.  I refuse to accept that they have to.

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