10 year old boys.
we learned quickly that the best way to start the day was with running. run, run, run. we’d make the kids run back and forth to the fence, or run around the building, or whatever we could come up with. we’d challenge them to race us—it turned out that 16 year old legs, even on a non-athletic type like me, were long enough to beat any 10 year old. and it turned out that 10 year old boys, having lost races to their counselor 4 weeks in a row, would be more than happy to try again the next day.
on those unfortunate rainy days, we’d run ‘em 