We recently had the opportunity to participate in a class designed to enlighten teenagers to the importance of community involvement and social work. Although it was at the police department, it was not designed to be a one way trip.
The kids were supposed to bring one item that symbolized themselves and one item that symbolized their family. Trying to get a family of six out of the door with all their items for sharing while on crutches is an exercise in chaos. It is like trying to organize a tornado. On crutches. Therefore, I never pre-approved, or even noticed, what items the kids had selected.
The feeling was a little intimidating as police officers, school officials, and social workers gathered us into a circle. I relaxed a little as the sharing began and even felt pretty good as my family began its turn. Josiah brought a Livestrong bracelet because our family is flexible and strong. Makenna brought a deck of cards because our family has a lot of fun together. But then Drake took his turn.
He reached innocently into a bag and pulled out AN ILLEGAL EXPLOSIVE! He said his family was loud and fun, so he brought a firecracker. Although entertainment through the means of pretty mini explosions is illegal in our state, he probably could have gotten away with bringing a sparkler or even a small bottle rocket. But what my son called a firecracker could barely be held with one hand. Apparently he found this item while playing in the woods, thought it was glorious, and stored it under his bed. I was torn between claiming no knowledge of the identity of this strange boy and just renting him a jail cell.
It was a close call, but I got to keep my son.
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