Week seven got me back in Provo where I started the summer.
And it was the week of the "warm fuzzies". The session directors handed all the counselors little fuzzies that we had to give the youth every time we saw an act of service. They wore a giant jar-like backpack (seen below) where the kids could put them in when the received one. The goal was to have it full by the end of the week. And it was.
Also it rained. all. week. long.
Which required lots of changes in schedule, locations, and activities.
My coco is a dance major at BYU so she taught our group a few cultural group dances. One was even called the Hungarian Suicide Dance. It was really fun (and funny) to see the kids learn them and perform them.
Gospel study time.
1 comment:
oh Craig...glad to see you had a blast but i thought you hated the snow cone place...ha I love the warm fuzzy idea.
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