My parents observed me dancing around the BET (Burn Evil Things) fire from their vantage point at the adjoining food fire and attempted a brief psychoanalysis.
They decided that I spent so much of my childhood wishing I were older–and now that I’m old, I’m now enjoying my childhood.
I prefer to think I’m now mature enough to not care how ridiculous I might look dancing wildly about a fire of burning paper.
Do you have any particularly child-like (or childish, depending on how you look at it) behaviors that you cling to? Why do you act that way?
BET photos are now available on my photos page, or view them directly here.
We closed out our evening with s’mores and singing around the cooking fire–and I was so nice as to record some of our singing for your enjoyment. (Please forgive the loudness of my own voice–I have yet to figure out how to avoid having my voice overshadow everything else when recording on my little camera!)
King of Kings sung in round.