Sunday, March 27, 2011

March 27, 2011. San Antonio, Texas. Paint Ball.

Sarah was invited to a birthday party, but a party with a difference.  The event was a session playing Paint Ball.  The celebration was for a 14 year old girl.  In the early years of birthday parties,  boys and girls were invited but around ten years old,  the parties were just for  girls...until now.   The girls are growing up.

I don't like paint ball as a game.  It is like war, but without hurting people.  Except, being hit by a ball of paint from close range on bare skin does hurt.  When the game was first developed,  injuries occurred to the face and eyes, but now every participant must wear a face mask and long sleeves, so the injuries are less frequent.  But as Sarah found out, being hit on the neck hurts a lot and raises a big welt, so playing the game has consequences.

The girls loved playing.  The boys too.  It was a hot sunny day, played on fields of obstacles.  Two teams are formed and start the play at either ends of the course.  The object is to hit the opponent and put them out of the game.  If you are hit with a paint ball, you must quit playing.  The team with the most players still playing wins that round.   Simple.  Everyone can play.

It was the most unusual birthday party I have ever seen.  But the kids loved it, both boys and girls.  I still don't like it.  Too much like war.

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