Granted. This base is small, so we know basically everyone. My kids have strict boundaries as to where not to pass. Like, don't go any further than the chain link fence on one side, no crossing the street on the other side. So I can walk out my front door and still see them. Get it? It's not like I'm setting them loose in downtown San Francisco or anything.
Anyways.
Ever since we moved in last year, there's been this pack of wild boys running around the base every day in the summer, completely armed to the gills with Nerf Guns, ammo, a sword tucked in their shirt, maybe even a piece of armor or two. As families have moved, the roster of the Wild Boys has changed significantly. But it's always the same. Summer=Wild Boys.
My boys were initiated into the pack of Wild Boys last summer, but they've formed their own sanction within the pack this summer of anywhere between 3-8 kids. They group up in our garage, arm themselves, and set off into the neighboring trees, fighting off zombies and evil mages and whatever imaginary foe Wild Boys could ever think of. It's the ultimate dream for kids to roam around care-free, and the ultimate dream for parents to let their kids roam around worry free, using their imagination, no electronic devices necessary.
Today this sanction of the pack named themselves the Flying Eagles, had their own chant, and successfully defeated over a billion rabid zombies invading the back field in an epic battle (I kept hearing "3..2..1...FIRE!!!!!").
Way to keep the city streets safe, boys.
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| The Flying Eagles. Complete with weapons and armor. |
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