#The time our youth leader had us walk backwards on a balance beam blindfolded while people threw dodgeballs

[dontmeanyoudontmissit]

Sometimes I fear nothing will make me feel quite as free and happy as I did during youth group hours in middle school/ high school. Like. When else am I going to build a 'tank' of found items and then through recycling at people? When else am I going to cry laughing at 'jousting' that results exactly as should be expected (someone thrown backwards and getting the wind knocked out of them) followed by the 'safer' version (not on wheels) ending exactly as should be expected (a dented colander and a teenage boy vehemently saying they never want to do that again)? Spanish inquisition?? Sneaking up into the tower?? Watching I Am Legend in the sanctuary?? That time a kid ran across the TOPS of every pew during some version of tag and everyone just froze to watch him do it????

#The time our youth leader had us walk backwards on a balance beam blindfolded while people threw dodgeballs #At us. And he got hit in the face while refereeing and came in #The next week and told us he'd had to pull over in his way home because his eye was crying???? #Band class was crazy but your group was on another level (the best level) #My home I can't really ever return to #The time we had to convince our youth director that playing dodgeball in the sanctuary was a TERRIBLE idea????? #What a fucking joy that part of my life was. I'm so glad I knew it was special at the time