Today was a good day. I went to class, took a nap (after class), did some reading, work, more reading, got ambushed by a bunch of kids with squirt guns, did more reading, played three hours of volleyball, still more reading, and now I'm about to go to bed. I was sitting in a tree doing some reading for my principles of literacy class when I heard someone walking over to where I was. I looked down and there was a little nine year old. I thought he was cute and he pretty soon he came back with a friend. Then they decided that it would be fun to shoot at the wild animal in the tree. I got a little wet, but took it well. Then one got a little too close, so I reached down and managed to snag the gun, which was fortunetly still full of water. Now I was sitting in a tree, laying on a big branch, and getting squirted, but refusing to move. I could reach around the branch and fire down and the kids would squeal and run off. Then they would squeal some more (they did a lot of that over the summer) and come running back. One kid was very aggressive in trying to get me wet. But I still think I got him better than he got me. It reminds me of running down the little kids slip and slide in full clothing and climbing in, over, around, and through waterfalls. Ah fond summertime memories.