It's not easy being George
By Arvid Huisman
If you want to feel like an old fossil, spend a summer with a bunch of kids. That's what I did! The Salvation Army facility where my office is located offers a summer day camp for children ages 5-12. It's a low cost program that provides quality care for children from early June through early August. The kids go swimming and on field trips every week. They do crafts, play games, roller skate and much more. A Vacation Bible School program is woven into the activities. Though I have no involvement in the day camp, there were more than three dozen kids in the building every weekday this summer and that's difficult to ignore. On the first morning of day camp the director gave the children a tour of the building and introduced them to all the people working there. One boy, about 7, stood out. He had a mischievous grin and remained silent while the other kids chattered. I asked his name and he refused to tell me.
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