Grown-ups don't scream.

With being the YW president I feel the need to behave with a certain amount of sophistication, wisdom, and bravery.   

Sure Lindsay, sure...
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..shut it. 

This was a particular challenge during our activity tonight.

image of a different scary forest from HERE

We surprised the kids with a trip to a HAUNTED forest.  You know, witches, ghouls, chainsaws, clowns, etc...

I was all smug in my cool Columbia hat and warm black jacket.

..."What sweet children.  All giddy and hyped over some spooky nature walk..."

I proudly stood back with the other calm, cool adults while we gathered to the entrance. 

"Stay in your groups little ones!"  (sing-songy voice)

"Remember the creatures won't hurt you!" 

And we go in.

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I spent the next 20+ minutes hyperventilating and just praying that my pants stay dry.  I'm not proud of the fact that I more-than-once pushed poor friend, Sheri, into the path of evil, cannibalistic demons just so I could get a head start in my escape...

No, not proud.  But I did survive.

Afterwards I again stood with my fellow leaders, chuckling at the holiday delights while secretly rejoicing in my still-being-alive and dry pants.  I consoled the young ladies sharing their tales of terror.  I patted the backs of frightened teenagers.

I returned to my smug adulthood.

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Nah, I don't think I fooled anybody...