Here are a couple of pictures from the Tall Kid’s adventures in reenacting. The first time he went adventuring, they only took sixteen pictures (and couldn’t find the zoom function) and most of them were of the battle. My mom did take one of TK, but they didn’t have anybody take a photo of the two of them. So this time, when I handed over my Canon, it was with the explicit directions to take more than sixteen pictures and to find somebody to take a shot of TK and his grammy together. (He took 117 photos, but I’ll only share two.)
And, though he took a picture of everything within eyesight, he didn’t take a picture of his own tent and camp set up. So this is my mom’s. You can see the table and basket in her tent, so her cot must be out of sight to the right. And that’s her kitchen set-up. (Which TK is very thankful for since he doesn’t have a “kitchen” yet, other than a fork long enough to hold a cheddarwurst over the fire.)
He had such a great time! I’m now steeling my nerves because some of the guys told him they might teach him how to fire the guns next time out since he’s sixteen now and has proven himself to be intelligent, responsible and safe. Even though they don’t use balls at events, that’s still gunpowder exploding inches from his eyeball. I trust him to not only make good decisions, but to know that the people he’s with are safe, but still…
Driving and exploding gunpowder this summer? I’ll probably look like the Bride of Frankenstein by fall.